[Saddledrifter]

I had just graduated from college and had been hired with a firm as a Computer Programmer. I was married, but there was this girl, Linda, that was the lead keypunch operator and keypunched all the programs that I wrote. She was a looker and had the best looking boobs I ever saw. They were big, but they rode high on her breast. This was way before women had boob jobs. I wondered if they were real or if she was wearing falsies. I flirted with her for several months before I asked her out for a drink. She accepted my invitation. We went to a bar and had a few. While there, we exchanged a few kisses, and I felt like this could go further, but we both had to get home to our respective partners. A week later, we were at a party together with our spouses. Her husband was nothing like me. He was a big, muscular, blue collar guy that was rather uncouth. On the other hand, I was a frat boy that had been in a fraternity that taught you how to dress, dance and really court a girl. Around the office, I was known as "Slick." I didn't mind the nick name and even modeled on the side and had a GQ-type magazine cover on my resume. So comparing me with her husband was like apples and oranges.

Well, it wasn't long before I had her out for another drink. We both had told our spouses that we were working late. It gave us a chance to get to know each other a little better. We left the bar and headed for my car. There we were pretty well tangled up in the back seat. However, time was a factor, and we couldn't chance staying out later. However, during that little backseat foray, I did find out for certain that her high riding boobs were for real. We agreed that our next meeting would be at a motel.

A week later, we managed to meet at a local motel between both of our homes. There we had a real culmination of our desires for one another. Her body was beautiful, and she was great in bed. We screwed three times in one evening. That lead to a three-month affair. However, I still loved my wife. I was somewhat torn for the physical desires that this woman offered. However, intellectually, I found her a little lacking. But if I could only keep both balls juggled at once, i wanted to do so.

Unfortunately, it all ended at a surprise birthday party my wife gave me. She invited all my friends and all my office co-horts, including Linda and her husband. I was certainly indebted to my wife for throwing the party, but Linda was jealous that I was not showing her as much attention as she felt she mandated. She said, "I need to see you outside." I told her that I could only break away for a second. She wanted to go make out in her car. I told her that I felt that her husband would miss her and find us in her car. She said that she didn't care. I gave her about five minutes attention and told her that I had to go back to the party. She said, "Don't leave." I said that we could make it up next week at a hotel. She said that was not good enough. I told her that I could not talk about it any further at that moment. She replied that I better not walk away at that moment. I had no choice, but I often think about the sex we had together, and I miss what was.