Two married co workers

Telemmedic0371 said:

I know this may sound unbelievable, ....

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this is very believable. as added spice, and this will give it the feel of a greek tragedy, remember that it is only a matter of time before one or the other spouse figures out something is going on. increased levels of security lead to increasing paranoia and desperation, which are possible erotic features you might want to explore.

after discovery, the story goes in one of two directions. either violence directed against you by the husband, or by the husband against your paramour. or your wife might decide to shoot you while you sleep, or do worse.

the alternative is finding out that neither spouse cares.

Hussar73 said:

this is very believable. as added spice, and this will give it the feel of a greek tragedy, remember that it is only a matter of time before one or the other spouse figures out something is going on. increased levels of security lead to increasing paranoia and desperation, which are possible erotic features you might want to explore.

after discovery, the story goes in one of two directions. either violence directed against you by the husband, or by the husband against your paramour. or your wife might decide to shoot you while you sleep, or do worse.

the alternative is finding out that neither spouse cares.

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Greek drama had two modes: the high brought low (tragedy) and the lowly raised high (comedy). In your scenario, discovery leading to violence is tragic, and the spouses not caring, likely because they're playing their own games, is comic. Cue the Scooby-Doo chases.

Yes, from the points you raised, Telemmedic0371's story would likely be tragic if told as straight reporting. But LIT publishes erotic *fiction*. Depending on how Telemmedic0371 would want to affect his readers, he can take any of many approaches. They needn't be accurate so long as they feel real.

Hypoxia said:

Greek drama had two modes: the high brought low (tragedy) and the lowly raised high (comedy). In your scenario, discovery leading to violence is tragic, and the spouses not caring, likely because they're playing their own games, is comic. Cue the Scooby-Doo chases.

Yes, from the points you raised, Telemmedic0371's story would likely be tragic if told as straight reporting. But LIT publishes erotic *fiction*. Depending on how Telemmedic0371 would want to affect his readers, he can take any of many approaches. They needn't be accurate so long as they feel real.

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with any illicit affair, the fear of discovery is always lurking to one degree or another. in fact, fear of discovery is a very common element in sexual fantasies (cop tapping on fogged up window, kids walking in on mom and dad, mom or dad walking in on daughter, worker opening the supply closet at the wrong time, the blowjob under the desk while the boss talks with a client, etc.)

in the typical situation, at risk is embarrassment. in the affair situation, the consequences are potentially worse, so this can add to the tension and enhancement of sex between two people who are risking potentially everything, know full well the risk, but still can't keep their hands off each other. here, just the threat of violence is enough, it obviously doesn't have to happen.

so I'm suggesting that an approach to telling a story about an affair that just involves sex is just another group of sex scenes. but add in the element of a jealous psychopath-spouse and you've got a good story.

you're right, of course, there are many approaches, such as adding velociraptors.

Hussar73 said:

you're right, of course, there are many approaches, such as adding velociraptors.

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That only works if the cow-orkers are employed on Jurassic Island before the lab shut down. They meet illicitly behind the T.Rex pens to do the old dino-hop. Will their mates find them before the velociraptors do? I could have used a scene like that in Bride of Kong. Maybe I can work it into A Matter of Time sequels. Prof Ronk's infatuated physics lab assistants misuse his time machine for trysts in the Triassic era, safely away from their jealous mates... they think. But who is that, riding in on a pteranodon? It's Johnny! With a gun! Tragedy ensues.

Hypoxia said:

That only works if the cow-orkers are employed on Jurassic Island before the lab shut down. They meet illicitly behind the T.Rex pens to do the old dino-hop. Will their mates find them before the velociraptors do? I could have used a scene like that in Bride of Kong. Maybe I can work it into A Matter of Time sequels. Prof Ronk's infatuated physics lab assistants misuse his time machine for trysts in the Triassic era, safely away from their jealous mates... they think. But who is that, riding in on a pteranodon? It's Johnny! With a gun! Tragedy ensues.

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the ultimate coupling couple would be a M (Velociraptor mongoliensis ) F (lab assistant) fling, with the enhanced risk of his iraptor harem queen eager to tear the prom dress off the nubile lab assistant when the two are discovered in a compromising position (Kama Sutra ref. 100-C.12)

I've always wanted a story where the ultimate Confrontation begins with the challenge, "Mammal!, you dare ... . "

Hussar73 said:

the ultimate coupling couple would be a M (Velociraptor mongoliensis ) F (lab assistant) fling, with the enhanced risk of his raptor harem queen eager to tear the prom dress off the nubile lab assistant when the two are discovered in a compromising position (Kama Sutra ref. 100-C.12)

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Her partner can't seek revenge fucks with the raptor harem queen because, alas, reptiles don't have tits. And he's addicted to boob-fucks. Oh, gloom...

I've always wanted a story where the ultimate Confrontation begins with the challenge, "Mammal!, you dare ... . "

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Hissed-out menacingly, the forked tongue slithering, the vertical-slit eyes bulging. Only problem: reptiles stink. My nephew's fringed iguana, two feet long, farted like a hippo. Oy.

For dino-human relations to be viable, the island needs a perfumer.

Hypoxia said:

Her partner can't seek revenge fucks with the raptor harem queen because, alas, reptiles don't have tits. And he's addicted to boob-fucks. Oh, gloom...

Hissed-out menacingly, the forked tongue slithering, the vertical-slit eyes bulging. Only problem: reptiles stink. My nephew's fringed iguana, two feet long, farted like a hippo. Oy.

For dino-human relations to be viable, the island needs a perfumer.

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Eau de reptil by Chanel Fantastique, but ....

they're not reptiles, and in fact resemble large turkeys. so,

King Raptor pinned the quaking honey-blonde lab assistant to the forest floor, his sickle claws held her by her bare ankles as his toothy snout picked off her bone-white lab coat buttons one after another, then delicately, yet firmly, snapped off her brassiere's clasp, spilling out her pale white boobage.

The King Raptor trailed a primary feather from his forearm across her inner thighs, seductively exposed when her Valentino lab dress rode up her long, shapely legs. She winced as a deadly sharp hand claw pricked her sensitive skin.

the song stylings of Spandau Ballet wafted on the warm Cretaceous night breeze ... .

Hussar73 said:

Eau de reptil by Chanel Fantastique, but ....

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It must be Eau de eucalyptus to mask the saurian scent. That reminds me of the idea to genetically manipulate dogs by introducing eucalyptus genes into their DNA so they are naturally flea-repellent.

King Raptor pinned the quaking honey-blonde lab assistant to the forest floor, his sickle claws held her by her bare ankles as his toothy snout picked off her bone-white lab coat buttons one after another, then delicately, yet firmly, snapped off her brassiere's clasp, spilling out her pale white boobage.

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If King's her boss we have definite ethics problems here. No, Lala must run another research team; she's his equal, at least on the org chart. And they must hide their trysts because consequences. Their mates would definitely disapprove. Do they retire to King's underground lair to frighten nematodes? To Lala's blimp-borne townhouse to scatter starlings? Jump in the time machine for Triassic privacy? Where is their romantic retreat?

Meanwhile, the lab's chief sanitation engineer, a gnarly old Australopithecus named Ned, has seen King and Lala in incautious positions; he knows what they're up to. Ned is polymorphously perverse, strongly attracted to both of the lovers. He plots strategies to break them up for his own conquest(s) or at least insert himself into their intimacy. Are they up for a 3-some relationship? Ned is determined to try. He may have to tip-off their mates. Could get nasty.

Hypoxia said:

It must be Eau de eucalyptus to mask the saurian scent. That reminds me of the idea to genetically manipulate dogs by introducing eucalyptus genes into their DNA so they are naturally flea-repellent.

If King's her boss we have definite ethics problems here. No, Lala must run another research team; she's his equal, at least on the org chart. And they must hide their trysts because consequences. Their mates would definitely disapprove. Do they retire to King's underground lair to frighten nematodes? To Lala's blimp-borne townhouse to scatter starlings? Jump in the time machine for Triassic privacy? Where is their romantic retreat?

Meanwhile, the lab's chief sanitation engineer, a gnarly old Australopithecus named Ned, has seen King and Lala in incautious positions; he knows what they're up to. Ned is polymorphously perverse, strongly attracted to both of the lovers. He plots strategies to break them up for his own conquest(s) or at least insert himself into their intimacy. Are they up for a 3-some relationship? Ned is determined to try. He may have to tip-off their mates. Could get nasty.

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"You're not even a homo sapien", Lala sneered, "even if you are erect."

Ned, who had not evolved speech, sneered back.

"I will never submit to the likes of you", she continued, even as she struggled mightily to unfasten her Herve Leger signature lab apron. "My lover is the Raptor King, and my, uh, other lover who is also my Husband is a very senior man in the Maintenance Division".

"Help me with these stockings, you Fool," she husked, reclining on a saber tooth tiger and arranging her hair to be out of azimuth arc of a possibly long range cum shot. They are savages, she thought.

Hussar73 said:

"You're not even a homo sapien", Lala sneered, "even if you are erect."

Ned, who had not evolved speech, sneered back.

"I will never submit to the likes of you", she continued, even as she struggled mightily to unfasten her Herve Leger signature lab apron. "My lover is the Raptor King, and my, uh, other lover who is also my Husband is a very senior man in the Maintenance Division".

"Help me with these stockings, you Fool," she husked, reclining on a saber tooth tiger and arranging her hair to be out of azimuth arc of a possibly long range cum shot. They are savages, she thought.

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Ned is not easily dissuaded. He has the dirt on both Lala and King. Hey, he has their garbage, their unshredded notes and love letters, their faded Polaroid droppings, their used condoms. Blackmail, he scribbled on the nearby greaseboard. Evidence is mine. Resistance is futile. Submit!

Alas, he was not prepared for the next extinction event.

He mounted Lala, who fought ferociously to preserve her honor by looping her prefect ankles over his savage shoulders and guiding his primitive, yet more than adequate cock into her pussy at the perfect angle and humping him furiously. Yet her struggles, indeed her moans of righteous anger, while not even slowing down his animalistic, protohuman taking of his delicate victim, delayed him until a man-made shift in the climate caused the Atlantic Conveyor current to shift hundreds of miles westward, resulting in glacial advances that swept Ned off the top of Lala, even as her sobbing orgasm reduced her to screaming joy.

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He mounted Lala... her struggles, indeed her moans of righteous anger, while not even slowing down his animalistic, protohuman taking of his delicate victim, delayed him until a man-made shift in the climate caused the Atlantic Conveyor current to shift hundreds of miles westward, resulting in glacial advances that swept Ned off the top of Lala, even as her sobbing orgasm reduced her to screaming joy.

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But not before he had blown King Raptor, taking that long, slinky reptilioid penis totally down his anthropoid throat, his gargling uvula sending shivers of ecstasy along that throbbing green missile of saurian malehood.

King fell aside just before the fatal glacial advance. He glacially advanced to the present era, where he became politically prominent as the prototypical Reptilioid Republican. His superpac, Bi-Lizards-4-Tromp, co-chaired by his ominous mate Ivankasauria, threatened to throw elections. Meanwhile, Lala and her powerful but wimpy-in-bed husband had Felt The Bern but were callously cast aside by indifferent media snapping at Reptilioid Republican bait.

Lala and King, the formerly-involved cow-orkers, reluctantly called-off their affair to concentrate on bankrupting political contributors and arranging their own Reality TV shows. Life goes on.

Hypoxia said:

... . Life goes on.

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For a while, until the grazing hildabeests mow down the public fisc to the roots, and debark the money tree forests which die and can no longer support flocks of Blue Tits.

Hussar73 said:

For a while, until the grazing hildabeests mow down the public fisc to the roots, and debark the money tree forests which die and can no longer support flocks of Blue Tits.

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I think we've about bottomed-out here. Back to the chessboard. BTW have you ever read Fritz Lieber's THE 64 SQUARE MADHOUSE? Quite fun. Or it was when I was 12.

Hypoxia said:

I think we've about bottomed-out here. Back to the chessboard. BTW have you ever read Fritz Lieber's THE 64 SQUARE MADHOUSE? Quite fun. Or it was when I was 12.

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we have to reach up to touch bottom here.

I've heard of the book, but not read it. Chess is an occasional hobby, I'm content with Chess with friends.

Hussar73 said:

Chess is an occasional hobby, I'm content with Chess with friends.

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Chess with benefits works for me. There was that tournament in Berkeley... no, better not go into that. We escaped just before the cops showed up.

Hypoxia said:

Chess with benefits works for me. There was that tournament in Berkeley... no, better not go into that. We escaped just before the cops showed up.

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I've played that, always with the suspicion that she was trying to lose. no one could have possibly played that badly.

Hussar73 said:

I've played that, always with the suspicion that she was trying to lose. no one could have possibly played that badly.

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Hey, let's turn the story. The furtive cow-orkers can only meet at chess tournaments, not as players but in the audience. The sit quietly in the back of the hall fingering each other. Sometimes, if the coast is clear, they'll take in a checkers championship also. Lots of jumping there.

You might want to turn your PMs on to flesh out a plot line with someone....

georgerb said:

You might want to turn your PMs on to flesh out a plot line with someone....

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I'm not sure who you're addressing, but that's not how Story Ideas work. We chew over ideas here, spit them out for all to see, and call them hot. Cheers!

Well, many ways to an end, last time I checked.

Your "Two married co workers" thread got me thinking about... Well lets just say I see your story more about two co-workers who have the hots for each other but are out of sink and so miss opportunities, at first. Say him married and her young and single. As time starts, she has the hots for him but he is married so she doesn't really try, beyond letting him peek down her top when she is bend over her dank when he shows up to chat. She thinks on him, sometimes, during her private minutes and fantasizes on steeling him from his wife but she does nothing more and soon moves on to dating other boys. She dates and then eventually marries a boy who is wild about her but she is happy with. Before and after this marriage she seeks and gets relationship and marital advise from him. She solicits some advise MOSTLY just to get a rise out of him and to get closer. After she is married she somehow finds out her married co-worker has been sweet on her the whole time, say she is confronted by her husband's wife on suspicion of cheating with him. The porn he looks at is of women that look much like her. The photo he hides from her is a photo of the two together at a work party. Both co-workers frantically assure everyone that, no such inappropriate relationship exists or existed. This blows her away and she makes it CLEAR to the wife, co-workers and bosses that she has NEVER messed him or has been aware that he had ANY thoughts of her. After enough time passes for her to process all of this, she finds herself feeling flattered and thinking of her co-worker in a new and rekindled light. Without meaning to, she starts flirting with him again. He is shocked and soon they have their first frank talk. She teases that it was too bad that she found out soo late as when she was single, she had considered, very hard, on trying to steal him away from his wife to have him for herself. His turn to be shocked. This evolves to them TELLING each other what they'd LIKE to do to each other. Still without ANY touching. This soon drives them both crazy. They keep it limited to that, not JUST because of wanting to be faithful and not fired, but also because of timing and periods. When FINALLY they hook up, it is like a drug. What was supposed to be just a ONE TIME thing, becomes a LONG time, but rarely consummated, affair. It ends when the man dies of old age. Both spouses are oblivious to the affair and ONLY aware and suspect a deep respect of a mentor-mentee friendship.

Can you break that up into paragraphs? Wall-of-text doesn't work on computer screens.

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j48cc said:

For a bit of added tension, you could have her being someone high up the company hierarchy, while he's the guy who makes her feel all quivery inside just by touching her hand. That way she's dominant at work, he's dominant during sex. The role reversal could make for some good copy.

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Old story. She's whelmed by decision-making at work so she lets the lover control her sex life. I think Napoleon was that way. The boss lady calls in her loyal PA at the end of the long workday for consultation, foot massage, and whips-n-collars. [/me thinks of /me last workplace] Meanwhile, supply closets reek of cow-orker sex. I think I covered this in Alan in the Office (3-parter).