Sexcapades

Bad Things Come in Threes

It began on a particularly horny hump day. Me, my ex, and a work training trip. I’m sure you can see where we are heading but jump onboard because I’m taking you down knobstacle course lane.

My ex and I had a complicated relo. And by that I mean our colleagues thought we hated each other but in reality we secretly hooked up in the bathrooms at least once a week. What else is a horny girl meant to do on a Wednesday arvo when all the work is done?

So, it’s post training, we are absolutely cooked from the free booze and high on the fact we just made our 57-year-old boss do tequila shots. After causing chaos we toddled off with two of our colleagues to carry on the party in my ex’s motel room.

We’re sitting on the bed, with a drink from whatever was in the room’s mini fridge and him and I are close. The kind of close that makes you gag because it’s your ex but simultaneously pull the bed sheets over your legs so no one sees him slip his hands under your skirt.

After sneaky foreplay, our two colleagues finally fall asleep. One on the end of my ex’s bed and the other on the couch. Naturally, my ex’s hand finds its way up my skirt again and before long we are (quietly) shagging in the spoon position.

It all feels very hot and risky and had potential to be a top contender for our best sex yet, until he stops mid thrust and rolls over to go to sleep.

Shocked, confused and wondering what the f just happened, I can’t do anything because two of our colleagues are asleep beside us, so I morph my face into a look of disgust, pull down my skirt, and stomp back to my own motel room.

The next morning, he and our colleagues are giggling away because turns out one of them wasn’t asleep and heard the whole thing. It soon spread around work, our bosses got involved seeing the end of our workplace hookups, everyone knew I went back to my ex and to top it all off, I didn’t even get a final big-o.