The Masked Affair

By M.J Honey

August is the most beautiful time of the year. The breeze always feels perfect. It’s the time of year in which everything seems to go just right. It could be because I was born in September that I have something to look forward to. It could also be that I simply enjoy the weather. But no, it’s more than that.

I was married in August.

Marriage can be a beautiful thing. Especially when you have someone that you can’t stand to be away from. It represents a bond between two people that should never be broken. It’s a pact between lovers. It’s a promise. It’s a reminder that someone will be there waiting for you when you get home. Everyday that’s where I found her.

When I’d come home, she’d be home on the couch waiting for me. She got off work before me most days. She worked in the tech field. She was the reason I had the job I did. Considering how few people work in tech, let alone women of color, she took her job with pride. Everyday she gave 110%. Yet somehow, at the end of each day the scent of bread or homemade pot pies, pasta, chicken, anything really would fill the hallway of our apartment building. I didn’t talk to the neighbors much, and very rarely did I ever see any of them in the hallways, but I’m sure their mouths watered just as mine did. The kitchen was right to the side of the door. Maybe that was why the scent made it out so easily. Coming home, the food was only part of the prize.

Mina was a sight to see. Her sun kissed skin was something I adored. Her cheeks had deep dimples and her head was full of curly brown hair. Her large hazel eyes made me feel weak. They made me feel exposed and tameable. She controlled my heart merely by looking me in the eyes. That’s why I married her. I couldn’t let her go. If it weren’t for her work she’d still be here. She’d be laying next to me right now. To make it all worse they sent her and a coworker to a remote location 17 hours away in Asia with two layovers by plane. I couldn’t visit even if I wanted to. Hell, I can barely call with her poor service. I guess it’s our fault by choosing a bad carrier known for poor service internationally just to save money. Half the time all I get is a voicemail. During the times she picks up all I get is static.

“God damn connection”. I can’t even get a hold of my own wife.

I tried calling again and again, but I got nowhere.

I didn’t expect anything different. We planned on calling each other at certain times during the day, but there’s no way that’s going to work now. At least I only have a few more days of this and then she’ll be back on her way home. Problem is our governor is considering shutting down the state. The majority of people here in Cincinnati already work from home anyway. Some say it’s a hoax. Some say it’ll leave our economy in shambles. I don’t really know what to think, but if he shuts down those borders my wife won’t be able to come home. Maybe she shouldn’t. Maybe we need a break. I’d be lying to say that our relationship is perfect. No relationship is perfect. No matter how bad we want our relationship to be perfect it won’t be. We fight and argue. Sometimes we push each other to our breaking point. But despite all that, in the end I love her all the same. Maybe even more so. I’d never hurt her.

I made a promise. I made a vow.

I’ve aimed to make life as simple as possible until she comes back. I stick with a routine. Each morning, I wake up, I lift weights, and then I freshen myself up. Being home alone I have to take care of myself a bit more. No more after work dinners waiting for me. No leaving dishes out. It’ll be simple.

For now though, it’s time for work.

Chapter 1



“Covid 19 hit the U.S harder than any other country. The world is looking at us, and all they’re seeing is one big joke”. “You’re right, the American people want to know when this is going to end!”.

“Mr. President, do you have a message for the American people?”

“Mr. President, is their a timeline for when things will return back to normal?”

“Mr Presid..

*TV powered off*

“What the hell!”. The TV went out. I didn’t bother to turn around. I was annoyed. I spent my first two breaks trying to call my wife, but as usual, I couldn’t get through. Phone issues on top of the new mask rules and the workload for the day was bogging me down. I needed an escape.

“I’m so sorry!” It was a woman’s voice.

Her voice sounded familiar, but I couldn’t put a face to it. One of the new hires maybe? Despite being in the middle of a pandemic the company did a lot of hiring. More work for me I guess. I turned towards her. “It’s you”. Yes, definitely the new girl. Everyone in the office was talking about her. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to be rude.” As always, I fumbled over my words like a child. This was my third time seeing her, but she still made me feel nervous. A married man, nervous. What a sad sight.

“No. It was my fault. I hadn’t noticed you over there. I expected everyone to be gone at this point, but I was wrong. I’ll turn it back on for you.”

She’s apologizing to me? I was the one being an asshole. “No. No, it’s okay. Don’t apologize. I’m working a bit late since I have to finish a few things up anyways, so luckily someone was here to get me back on track. What about you? Is this your normal shift?” I figured small talk would soothe things over. Well, I say that, but in reality I found myself asking more out of interest than anything else. Though I know I shouldn’t. It’s work though so there’s no harm done.

“Not exactly. I ran into some issues today with my computer, but I believe everyone may be gone for the night. Are you in IT? Can you help me?” She seemed anxious. She may be wearing a mask, but I could sense nervousness through her eyes and body language. Today, she’s wearing a white blouse and a dark blue skirt. That slit on the side seemed to stop a few inches above on her right thigh. The white stockings weren’t helping. Her skin was covered but those curves still managed to overflow whatever she wore.

Her skin was fair, but it looked slightly tanned. Her hair reminded me of autumn. I tried to focus. “Yes, I’ll take care of you.” I tried to think of my wife. I checked my phone to see if I received a message or call, but nothing. Of course I already knew that. This was a simple request to get help so there was no need to overthink it. I just needed to focus on the job at hand. Working in an office tends to do that though. It’s an environment in which everyone dresses their best and puts their best foot forward. It’s also where people are forced to rely on each other. All I have to do is fix her computer, but I found myself studying her. I looked her up and down. I took note of her curves and the way she stood in the doorway. It’s as if she were beckoning me.

After a few seconds our eyes met. Had she noticed?

“I sit over here by the fountain”. She began to lead the way. Her shape was lovely. A pure hourglass. She was more on the voluptuous side though. I imagined she was similarly built to my wife. Her ass and breasts were plentiful. Her thighs were thick, and her skin was pinkish and freckled. Those freckles – it’s what I liked about her. It gave her character, if you will.

The department floor was shaped like the number 8. In the middle stood the elevator lobby. On the left and right outsides were the call-center employees. On the top and bottom were the management and executive offices. It seems she was in the call-center area, but more so for marketing and sales. Somehow, someone figured it’d be a good idea to stick a fountain in the middle of the call-center. In order to keep from thinking negative thoughts, all I need to do is focus on the fountain.

Focus. On. The. Fountain. I repeated this in my mind over and over.

“Here”. She began to bend over the chair and log into her computer. “For some reason, I can’t get this screen to close.

I stopped looking at her bottom and redirected my focus to the computer. “This is an internet security pop up”. We put this in place to ensure no one used the computers for irresponsible things like shopping, social media, or in some cases, porn. “Do you remember what you clicked for this to pop up?”

She paused a bit.

“Well, I was trying to check something online since I finished my work since I deal with online marketing. Once I entered the site, it wouldn’t let me go further, so I tried to just close things out..” she was stuttering. “It wouldn’t let me do anything. When I restarted the computer, this kept popping up”.

I stepped forward to enter my login credentials. She was done with her work. Everyone was gone anyways. What’s the worst thing that could happen? The login screen read, “Enter Administrative Login to Proceed to Site”. Simple enough, so I did. “Would you like to add ‘Leara’s Private Chat’ as a Trusted Site?” Below these words, a small snippet of the website popped up below. I didn’t know what to say. I clicked “No”, and the site opened. Photo after photo flowed onto the screen. I saw everything. Her breasts, butt, vagina…everything.

The top photo caught my attention. It was her in this very office. At the desk on the computer I’m touching right at this moment. Her blouse was unbuttoned. Her nipples were pressed against her shirt. She posed seductively with gripping her breast with the caption, “Am I going to get in trouble for this?”

I could sense the fear within her. Her breathing was becoming rapid. She stepped backwards and placed her hand over her mouth. She hadn’t been working here long, but using office equipment for personal use was not allowed. Everyone knows this. It’s common sense. This is what smartphones are for. I looked at her and tried to keep a calm and composed face. “No one has to know”. I didn’t know why, but I tried to calm her. “Going forward, just use your phone for things like this. If people were still in the office, you could have gotten in trouble for it. If I wasn’t here, or if someone else in IT were to see this, you could be let go if someone else from management were to find out”.

She looked back at me with a blank expression. A video began to play in the background.

“Yes! Oh god yes. I’m cumming”. The speakers were blaringly loud. You could hear the toy going in and out of her. You could tell it was wet as her palm and wrist slapped against her cleanly shaved pelvic area. Her slippery fingertips and palm barely gripped the toy. Likely due to the amount of oil she used. On screen, I could see her cream dripping along the sides of the vibrator.

In and out.

In and out.

Since she was laying on her back with her ass hanging off the edge of the bed, her bottom was on full display. Light reflected off of her ass. Both holes had been toyed with. She began to squirt. I rushed to stop the video. Luckily, no one was around. I checked just to make sure with a few quick glances.

“I’m so sorry.”

I didn’t respond at first. All I did was make eye contact. “These things happen”. Do they really? “It’s gone from your history, and you’re free to use your computer now, but be careful”. I still don’t know why I was comforting her. She broke the rules. By helping her, I too am breaking them.

“This is so embarrassing. I had to rely on that site to make money up until now. It took forever to land a decent paying job, and now I’m about to lose everything and end up back at square one. I can’t risk losing all of this right now. I really messed up”.

She was beginning to tremble. It was becoming more and more noticeable. I needed to fix this. I needed her to know everything was okay. “It’s about to be the weekend. No one saw anything but me. Just relax and go out and enjoy yourself”. I handed her the jacket that was hanging on the back of the seat and took her purse into my hand. “I’ll walk you out”. I cleared her search history and the administrative pop ups, and scooted her chair back into place. “I’ll act as if it never happened. For now, let’s call it a night”.

I watched her walk ahead of me. It was quite an interesting day. I didn’t even bother to finish up the work I needed to. How could I? I wouldn’t have been able to focus. The fountain beside us was no longer helping. I couldn’t picture anything in my mind but…her. All of her. I could vividly see, “Leara’s Private Chat”. Not my wife. Not my marriage.

Chapter 2



We stood alone in the elevator within the largest building of Downtown Cincinnati. To make matters worse, we were near the top. “Only 20 floors left”, I thought. The only sound present was mechanical in nature as we dropped floor after floor. “So, your name is Leara. I’m Darzell. It’s a pleasure to put a name to your face”. I extended my hand, and she took it. Her complexion matched my palm. We were opposites. In her brown eyes, I was tall and broad – 6’3 to be exact. “Nice to meet you, Darzell”. She smiled. I towered over her short yet full figured frame, and could see the freckles in her face as I looked down at her. The freckles matched the reddish tint of her hair. Above her, my reflexion looked back at me. What was I doing? I could see dark brown eyes, a beard around 1 inch in length and well tapered thanks to daily edge ups. I made sure my hair was always well managed. The waves were noticeable in this light too thanks to the constant brushing. Only 10 floors left. I looked down at my clothing. My dark blue dress pants were well pressed and my cream colored dress shirt was void of wrinkles. To top it off, the designer dress shoes were comfortable and looked good. Worth every penny. I was finally on my way home, until…

“Sometimes I like to grab coffee on the way out at the shop in the office building next door. Would you care to join me?” Why on Earth would I ask her that right now after what just happened. Jesus fuc…” “Sure”. She said yes. She actually said yes. Moments later, we were on the plaza level. I let her out first of course. As she walked in front of me, I couldn’t help myself. I had to look. Step after step, I could see her behind jiggling gracefully.

Focus, Darzell.

Focus.

I caught back up to her side and we made our way out of the building. It was beautiful out. Unfortunately because of covid restrictions, there wasn’t much going on. The streets were clear. Most of the buildings had long been emptied due to everyone working from home. In fact, most of our employees were working from home too, except the new hires and some call center agents who opted out due to being uncomfortable with computers.

“It’s a ghost town!”

She was right. “I can’t wait until we’re past all this”.

Leara began to adjust her jacket and remove her face mask. Her lips were full and pink. Fuller than expected. I took mine off as well. The wind made her hair flow freely. It added to her beauty. There were a few people outside walking in different directions, but I didn’t pay much attention to them. The woman in front of me filled my view. Watching her tie her hair into a ponytail did something to me… My eyes began to lower.

“Which direction do we head into?” I noticed her looking in my direction.

“It’s over here. Right through the double doors.”

We made our way in.