Limits

===Ryan===

I’d been working there for a year or so when Heather was hired. The company was growing fast and she, and earlier I, were among a number of new web developers we brought on. I was more into the coding side of the job and she was an accomplished graphic artist though we both shared some abilities in the other’s strengths. I’ll have to admit, Heather was not a stunning beauty and she didn’t particularly catch my attention at first. At maybe 5 foot 4, she was quite slender, with medium length brunette hair and blue eyes. I’m not an expert on bra sizes, but her chest was on the small side.

A group of six or eight of us would go out for a pizza lunch or drinks on Thursday after work – Thursday because somebody decided we all had too many things going on on the weekends and Friday could interfere. That’s how I came to realize she was kinda nice and I would enjoy side conversations with her at these outings. Like me, she was happily married and we often talked about family and kids. Each of us had a high schooler – my daughter Abigail and her son Noah.

===Heather===

The crowd at my new job was fun. Always going out for pizza or beer. The guys were nice; the gals, too, and I enjoyed the work. One of the guys, Ryan, and I got friendly because we seemed to have a lot in common, including kids about the same age and an interest in road and trail biking.

Every once in a while my husband, Matt, could join us after work. He seemed to get along well with the crowd, who enjoyed his mountain biking tales, especially the crashes. Mountain biking was where Matt and I parted ways, but I noticed that Ryan seemed to admire his courage and adventures.

I didn’t meet Ryan’s wife and daughter, Sarah and Abigail, until one summer at a company pig roast. Abigail and our Noah wandered off to play volleyball with the other kids and the four of us “adults” sat around with other workers and their spouses feasting, drinking and telling stories. Sarah was very nice and, as it turned out, an accomplished architect.

===Ryan===

I had no illusions that Abby was a virgin, so it didn’t bother me when she and Noah, a year older, started dating after our company’s first annual pig roast. He would drop her back home much later than Sarah and I preferred. Anyway, Sarah had assured me that Abby knew how to protect herself. But that was just a summer fling. Noah headed off to college in the fall and Abby took up dating with boys in her senior class.

It was about then that our boss assigned Heather and me to work together on the web interface for a major client. I was pleased because, after all, I did like her. Our desks were moved so we could collaborate more easily. We would meet with the client and then sit together for hours sussing out their needs and adding our creative and technical ideas. I guess the trouble began when, on occasion, we worked late and couldn’t go out with the gang, but went to the bar for a drink together. We chatted less and less about our families and more and more about each other’s interests and past.

===Heather===

I guess it became obvious to others before it became obvious to us. I still remember the time Sheila, a generation older than us, told me, “Looks like there’s a lot of electricity between you and Ryan.” I had to admit it was true. He had bedded me over and over in my fantasy world of masturbation, though I didn’t tell her that.

“Yeah, I suppose, but we’re both happily married you know and we would never want to hurt that,” I told her.

Then she shocked me, “You two should have an affair.” I gasped.