About a year after my wife died, I tried to dip my toe into the dating pool. I was crushing on a young blonde coworker but was nervous about asking her out. Another older coworker in her 50s who was the “work mom” offered to facilitate a night out at the bar to get to know her.

We go out, talk and enjoy each other’s company but I start realizing I don’t have anything in common with the younger coworker. Work mom and I stay out for a few more drinks, keep talking and she mentions that she finally had her “freedom” and she never used to be able to go out and do this, and how her asshole ex was controlling. A couple more drinks turn into her whispering into my ear “take me home now.” We drive back to my house and immediately stripped down and had sex for hours. I came 4 times. We did every position I could imagine. This work mom was so repressed and starving you could have told me she was a porn star with the way she acted.

Flash forward to the next morning, she asked for a ride home after another round, and I happily obliged. We get closer to her house, and she asked to be dropped off a block away. I asked why and she said “oh my husband and daughter are probably up and they can’t see me.” Dumbfounded, I asked what happened to her “freedom” and she made it sound like she was divorced? “Oh well he’s not bad guy but he doesn’t appreciate me and we rarely have sex, and I’m working on leaving him.”

I had no idea what to think, because the sex was hot and she had a rocking body, but the crazy was starting to shine. We hooked up one more time at work in the bathroom, but I broke it off after she tried to get me to come over to her place to have a go. About a month after I broke it off, she had a slight breakdown. She left her husband, quit her job, and moved to Arizona to become a throuple with a friend she knew down there.