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An Office Affair

By: DesmondDesmond



~The first of a possible series, feedback would be appreciated~

~The author~

It was an office affair. She’d asked for a mentor and I’d been given the job. New to the city it had been easy to get her integrated into my social group.

What had started out innocent enough, just work, had become something more intimate. She told me the reason for her coming to the city; a failed relationship, an engagement. I told her about my domestic idyll, she seemed interested. 

Then one morning, it was a Wednesday, she arrived at the office hair colour changed, and my interest flared and subsided. Over succeeding days new hair became new wardrobe, new nails, everything. A whole new person was being born before my eyes. She started going out with my friends, but without bothering to ask me along.

Jealousy began to creep into my ordered life. One Saturday evening that creep became a headlong rush.

A small dinner party, eight of us, was arranged at a friend’s place. My old college mate hosted, his long-term girlfriend, I and mine, the other four were miscellaneous unattached friends, and she was one of them.

Dinner passed off innocently enough. She volunteered to load the dishwasher, said she felt useless. William, one of the unattached who was more familiar with the kitchen, helped. In the back of my mind I told myself – William’s safe, he’s gay, isn’t he?

Making my excuses I left the table and the chatting group ten minutes after the washer-uppers had gone into the kitchen.

The machine was rumbling contentedly to itself, of William and her, no sign. They hadn’t gone back to the party. Where were they?

I crept through the house, shoeless to reduce the sound of my footsteps, looking for them, unsure of what I would find.

A cough from the third floor startled me; the only thing up there was Tom’s office, unoccupied at this hour. I moved silently up the stairs in my stockinged feet. The open plan of the staircase meant that I could see the entire loft space after only a few treads of the stair.

They were there. William had his trousers hanging just around his knees; her hands were gripping the backs of his thighs tight as William slowly fed her his cock. As he finished each inward stroke and began to pull his saliva streaked rod back out of her mouth they groaned quietly together.

When only his cockhead was left in her mouth he paused and I could see the muscles working in her mouth and neck. She must have been swirling her tongue around his glans and sucking hard on it.

As he forced his cock back into her mouth she stopped working his rod and allowed him to run himself almost balls deep in her face. All the while looking up at him with those remarkable greeny blue eyes.

My cock had become an iron bar; I could feel the heavy pulse of it in my trousers. I didn’t dare touch myself for fear of giving the game away.

In front of me the two of them had stopped. William drew himself out of her and gripped his erection close to his body, forcing his balls forward and making his erection swell again, “Normally this is only for boys, you know. But for you, I’ll make an exception.”

They laughed quietly. She stood, kissed him long and hard, sharing the taste of his cock with him before running the zip on her jeans down. The sheer shirt she was wearing she left on. William too kept his dress shirt on, in case they needed to dress quickly I surmised

In the half light I could see that her gauzily covered groin was soaked, the excitement had obviously been running out her and her scent drifted across to me. William stood and waited, idly fisting his cock.

Without a word she stepped out of the jeans and over to the desk. She leant forward, facing away from me but I could see her expression in the dark glass of the window angled in front.

William stepped over to her, ran his hands over the flawless skin of her arse, caught the fabric of her thong in his fingers and pulled it hard to him. The sudden pressure on her cunt made her inhale and gasp and he laughed a little. Then he pulled harder and the fabric disappeared momentarily between her engorged lips before the lace tore in his hands. For a moment they both froze, afraid of discovery, then he stepped behind her.

William paused, then I saw the muscles in his buttocks tighten and he began to enter her. He murmured something to himself; all she did was sigh as he got himself into her.

There followed a couple of minutes of him running his dick into her hard. She pushed against him, hungry for every centimetre of his length. The only sound - their breath and the slap of flesh on flesh. The smell of their sex was driving me mad, and I found myself pulling at my own erection through my trouser pocket trying desperately not to draw attention to myself.

Then he stopped and I saw his hand go between them. Again he gripped himself and moved out of her. The look on her face shifted from glazed lust to dazed confusion.

“But, I was going to cum…” she said trying to turn.

With his free hand William held her neck and she relaxed again to the desk.

“Shhh, I’ll give you it again,” his voice was hoarse, “but you have to say please.”

Her voice was muffled by the blotter, “Please. Please, William. Ugh.”

As she spoke his buttocks had tightened again, he was beginning to give her his cock again. This time she didn’t push against him and it took longer, the tension spreading up his back until he began to tremble slightly. Then they moved together.

“Oww-gawd…” The sound was almost forced out her and William snorted his tension out. His back relaxed, but as she made the noise her head snapped up. It was then that I realised that, true to form, William had silently started to fuck her arse.

He took his time, but began to pick up speed fairly slamming his dick into her, by then, well spread hole. I could see in the reflection that he eyes had glazed slightly – was she enjoying it? He was and was paying her no mind. 

“Oh, soon, yeah.” William slipped the words out through gritted teeth and began to thrust harder.

Had she grimaced? Had his cock swollen as his orgasm came on?

Then she spoke: “Come in me then, you arsehole.”

She got the words out just before he tensed again and began to spurt in her. I had seen this before only in porn films, but here was a man I knew and a woman I worked with joined as his orgasm swept over him. He hissed like steam escaping, body rigid and she moaned out a low oath. He thrust short, sharp a couple of times then stepped away from her. 

Just for a moment, before she rose I caught sight of her still open anus, the inside of her thighs wet with spit and sweat and her cum.

“Boys only, huh?” She said, reaching for his softening cock.

With her small breasts, bobbed hair and slight frame I understood how William could have convinced himself to have her.

“Would you like me to introduce you?” He laughed as a look of doubt crossed her face and then leant forward to kiss her, “Did you cum?”

She looked suddenly shy and shook her head, her hands crossed protectively in front of her sex. William nodded to the desk and she hopped up onto it as he knelt in front of her. Now it was her term to run the show.

With one hand in his hair she held herself open for him. Against the dark of the room her vulva was a shocking, glossy pink. “Kiss me.”

William’s face was forced onto her sex and he began to lap at the exposed folds. Quickly she leant back, supporting herself on one hand with both legs draped over his shoulders. The other hand she put to use pulling and twisting at her nipples or rubbing feverishly at her clit, competing with his tongue.

All too quickly for me it was over; she sat up hard and held his head with both hands as she ground her orgasm onto his face, her face flushed a delicate rose. How I wanted to be the face that she came on. I wanted it to be my cock that speared into that pussy; I wanted to watch her take on a couple of William’s friends. Cock raging in my pocket I slunk away.

Downstairs the conversation flowed on regardless of my absence, it seemed. My girlfriend raised her eyebrows at me and I mimed flushing a toilet chain, she rolled her eyes and went back to discussing wallpaper. I sat there, balls aching, and waited for them to reappear.

An Office Affair



Nina worked for me, part of the team in the outer office. I inherited her from my predecessor, and at first I found her work to be proficient, if a little perfunctory, as if she always had something better to do. But the standard of her work had less and less interest for me, as I steadily fell for the insidious spell of her sensuality. She's twenty-six, with a sturdy, but undeniably shapely figure, Wide shoulders, magnificent, but not over-large firm full breasts that are hard to ignore at the best of times, but when she's excited, or there's a cool breeze from the window near her desk, her nipples pop out like organ-stops, and drag men's eyes towards them. Her hips are a little wider than she'd like, but in fact her arse is a perfectly proportioned counterpart to her tits. A small bulge of belly, on her, just adds to the sexiness of the package. 

She's always tanned, a sun-bed aficionado, and when she wears low-cut tops, or low-rider trousers, the there is no visible line. Then there's her face, with its vivid blue eyes, cute nose, and a teasing, cupid mouth... set in a broad heart-shape, with a hint of a double chin when she laughs. It all has a cumulative effect, and becomes stronger and stronger with repeated exposure. Her thick, straight, shoulder length brown hair is sometimes a curtain through which she peers at the world, or at me, challengingly. To begin with, I ignored her pretty much; incredibly, I thought she was just another cute-ish woman in the office, one of several in the team. I often heard her chatter above the others... her voice higher than you'd expect, girlish compared to her womanly appearance. I decided from too little evidence that her mind really didn't attract me, too shallow, too unaware of the world around her, and that's very important for me. 

However, as the weeks past, I caught occasional, revealing glimpses of another Nina. I discovered that she read proper novels, often with a strong sexual or psychological content, as well as the airport blockbusters and gossip magazines that the other girls ploughed through endlessly. I found out that she spoke fluent French, passable Italian, that she had lived abroad for a couple of years in her early twenties, and that she'd been engaged, and broken it off fairly recently. I knew there was a new boyfriend. And all the while her beauty grew on me, steadily, sinking into the deeper layers of my psyche. When I dreamed of her intensely one night, and woke up with a raging hard on which I had to unleash in an explosive wank, I realised I might eventually have to do something about it.

One day, I came back to the office in the evening after an hour in the pub with a contact. I wasn't surprised that the office was still open, because that was when the cleaners were usually around, working their way down from top floor. I wasn't expecting to see Nina at her desk, staring intently at the computer screen. She didn't hear me because she had earpieces in. I was briefly puzzled by the way that she was typing with one hand, while her other arm moved, rhythmically, at an angle that I quickly guessed meant her hand was on or in her crotch. I coughed loudly, and she heard me. The image on the screen changed immediately to a spreadsheet. I wasn't sure what I'd seen. Flesh, just an impression, was all I glimpsed before it turned into columns of figures. She was deeply embarrassed, of course, and in a nervous machine-gunning of words turned it round so that I was accused of sneaking up on her. She was guilty as hell, of something. I let her rant, and kept my cool. When she stuttered to a halt, I just shrugged, said the first thing I could think of, in an ironic voice, which was something about not thinking it was an appropriate use of company facilities... I picked up my mobile phone, which was the reason I had returned, and while she continued to blush deep scarlet, I ushered her out of the building. 

It set off a tension between us that led to minor friction, and on her part a kind of aggression, like she wanted to push me into reacting, or confronting her. We stayed that way for a couple of months. Niggling, sniping, flashing annoyed glances across the office. The dreams got worse, not helped by my conjecture as to what she had been doing when I caught her that evening. I was convinced she'd been indulging in what I had always thought of as a fairly exclusively male activity, masturbating over net porn, which was one of my own vices at that time. I hadn't had much relationship luck lately. Not satisfied either physically of intellectually with recent girlfriends, I'd been marking time while I reassessed my life. I was just thirty-eight, and realised that I'd become rather choosy. I wanted quality, not quantity. I wanted someone who was closer to my own tastes, beliefs and ideals. The harder I looked, the less I found. 

Nina's truculent but sensual image played on my all too available libido, and I indulged myself in increasingly lurid fantasies of the two of us, the sex as hard core as my limits and tastes allowed me to go, and shamefully, I allowed them to go further than ever before, into S&M fantasies, where I would taunt her, chastise her, and then convince her that our needs were shared...

One Friday evening, not long ago, it all came to a head. After what I guessed were several glasses of wine at lunchtime, she had been slacking through the afternoon, chatting too much to the girls, distracting them from their work. And I surely wasn't imagining the looks she kept on casting in my direction. It had been like this for a while; she knew my eyes were often on her when I looked up from my keyboard. Again, I could swear she was testing me, teasing me subtly to make sure I had really noticed her. The level of office discipline was crumbling, and she was the one instigating it. Around five o'clock, as my staff became more raucous towards home time, she looked up and caught me frowning at her, and gazed straight back into my eyes, as if to say 'what are you going to do about it then?' I felt a hot flare of anger, and with it, an incredible wave of desire. She looked so damned sexy like that... lips slightly parted, eyes flashing, and her nipples, I couldn't help but notice, were so tumescent they were almost burning through her bra and white top. She seemed to lag behind a little as the girls prepared to leave the office. She was rummaging in the depths of her capacious handbag, as if looking for something vital.

"I'll catch you up," she told Louise, Katie, and the others as they left.

It was now or never...

"Nina, I want speak to you for a moment." The words were off my tongue before I could even think. 

I had no idea what I really wanted to say. I knew I should reprimand her severely for pissing me about. She looked at me obstinately, but obeyed. She swayed her hips noticeably as she walked into my office. 

"You've been up to your games again, Nina," I began. "This is a place of work, not a not a kiddies playground."

Nina's nipples were starkly at attention. I couldn't force my eyes away from them. 

"I know which playground you'd like to be in," she retorted.

For a moment I didn't get it.

"What do you mean?" I asked, even then realising what she meant.

"You're looking at my tits; you're always looking at my tits." Nina looked fierce, and even more beautiful.

"That's not true," I said.

"Yes it fucking well is; you're always at it! You're doing it now!"

The devil seized my tongue.

"It's not true; sometimes I look at your arse."

We glared at each other, while the corners of our mouths began to twitch. We knew that we'd crossed the line. Nina snorted with laughter, and I followed suit. And I was still staring at her fantastic tits. 

I stood up, and was suddenly aware that my cock was straining the front of my trousers.

"I suppose it's fair enough actually, Alan, after all I do look at your package whenever you walk by."

"I want to fuck you Nina... I want to fuck you right now, right here." 

I was never usually this blunt.

"About sodding time too!" Nina exclaimed. We laughed again. It was easy. We knew that we were going to do just what we wanted. It was instantaneous, simultaneous. Blood was pounding through me. I felt incredibly alive.

Nina crossed her arms, and scooped her tight tee shirt over her head. I could clearly see her bullet nipples and their aureolae through her thin white bra. She had just the right amount of flesh to be the trim side of voluptuous. Her belly curved a little over the hip-hugging waistband of her jeans. Mmmmmm... I twisted the rods and closed the Venetian blinds, and then I did something I've always longed to do. I swept everything from my desk onto the floor. Except for the monitor and keyboard, of course. There's reality and fantasy! Nina took her cue. She tugged down her jeans, and unable to wait, I dropped to my knees, and helped her, dragging the stiff fabric over her ripe arse, exposing her thong, the neatly trimmed triangle of brown pubic hair, and the frondy moistness of it at the lips of her cunt, just visible through black lace. 

As she stepped out of her jeans, I grasped her buttocks, pulled her me, and inhaled the scent her feminine arousal. Hooking her thong to one side, and roughly smacking her thighs apart, I buried my face in her groin, my nose rubbing against a sizeable clit. Her labia were fleshy, almost rubbery... I rolled and held them back with my thumbs, exposing a slick, coral cunt of exquisite beauty, and incredible promise! Pointing my tongue, I delved into her for the first time, and heard her moan of pleasure. She edged back until she was sitting on the edge of the desk, she opened her thighs wider and her fingers began to massage my closely shaven scalp. I tongue-fucked her deliciously, savouring her taste, the silky surfaces of her cunt. 

"Oh yes... that's soooo fucking good!" She groaned. I looked up at her, and saw a devilish smile on her face. I rubbed my thumb over her clit, and she shuddered. She liked sex. She loved sex. Maybe she'd enjoy having me teach her some more.

And at that moment a small miracle occurred. She had dropped her bag when she took her top off, and the contents were spilling over the carpet. When I glanced down at what my hand was touching, it was a small flat tin of Vaseline... My imagination soared in several directions, and in the end, I couldn't resist the temptation. I picked up the tin, and with my tongue still thrusting rapidly in her slit, I fumbled it open, and scooped some lube up on my fingers. Slipping my tongue out, I slipped two fingers straight in. I felt the heat, the tightness, and swirled my fingers to spread the lube around inside. 

"Oh fuck yessss..." Nina hissed. She lifted herself onto the desk, until she brace her bare feet on the edge. Almost as an afterthought, she shucked of her thong, and then splayed her legs wide. She looked incredibly sexy, laying back on her elbows, tits lolling just a little to the sides, nipples pointing skywards, my fingers pinioning her, digging deeper, feeling her meeting my thrusts... Soon I pulled out, took some more lube, anointed her labia, and then tried her with a third finger. She edged back a little further, her eyes taking on a hypnotic intensity. I had to go on. She lifted her hips a little as I thrust, and I felt her cunt relax, tighten, and relax, letting me in steadily. 

I had fist-fucked quite a few women before, usually after long persuasion and patient weeks of stretching. Occasionally everything fell into place at once. Something I can't explain but felt deep inside, told me that Nina had been there before too. From a brisk fingering, my caresses became something else. For the moment she seemed content to let me proceed as I wished. I smiled at her reassuringly, and added yet more Vaseline. When I added my fourth finger, her grin widened too. Her hips rose and fell, winding out a sexy slow dance of welcome. Her flesh felt so good, so warm and slippery from the lube and her ever-increasing flow of juice. I worked my fingers in the tightness, stretching her walls apart, twisting and turning my hand until the base of my thumb was hard against her clitoris, the side to side swooshing making her gasp and shake.

Without even thinking about it, I made a decision. I pulled back, and stared into her eyes as I lubed up my whole hand. I saw no sign of protest. She was panting, lips parted and expectant, her excitement was palpable. Mine was almost overwhelming. I had made the right choice. We didn't say anything, not daring to break the spell. I couldn't believe it. I had found a woman who actually wanted to be fisted! 

This time my fingers formed a cone, my thumb tucked neatly into my palm. I was glad I always paid attention to my nails, and Nina would be too. She actually licked her lips as I parted her swollen labia with my fingertips! I thrust firmly, with a long, steady twist, and buried half my hand in her first time. It felt glorious. 

My fantasies about Nina had been more or less like this, but I couldn't have imagined that they would come true quite so quickly, or so graphically! 

"I'm going to push... my big fist... right up inside... your cunt, Nina." I gasped thickly, relishing each word as I began to screw my hand from side to side, leaning into her at the same time.

"Aaaaaahhhhh Yeeeeeeessssssss duh... do it! FIST ME!!"

It wasn't the first time I had heard a woman say that, but at that moment I understood that part of the challenge in Nina's eyes had been because we had unconsciously recognised something in each other, a knowledge, a need. She leaned forwards, grabbing my arm in a vicelike grip.

"GGNnnnhhh Gnnnnhhhh.... UURRRRRRR!!" She cried, jamming my fist hard into the painful tightness, and at the third pull, assisted by my shove, I felt the magic moment. Her vulva spread right around the full thickness of my hand, and then slid, slowly, stunningly down the other side. Her cunt was swallowing my hand! I could feel her milking it in with a slow peristaltic action. She knew exactly what she was doing, even better than I! The sensation around my knuckles was incredible. So tight, so hot... each ripple and whorl of her inner flesh clearly transmitted through my skin. We didn't stop until I was wrist deep inside her. She let go of my arm, rested on her elbows again, threw back her head, and juddered rapturously, her hips jacking against the naturally curling, folding fingers that caressed her cervix as I made a fist. 

"Mmmmm... yeaaa... oh why did we wait so long!!!" She growled, and I could only agree. I began to fist-fuck her, pushing hard into her because she obviously liked that, pulling back until I stretched her vulva, and she liked that too. I couldn't stop smiling, I was exultant! For as long as I had known about fisting I'd been craving a partner who loved the noble art as much as I do. 

"I can't believe you..." I panted, amazed at the way my hand was plunging ever more easily into Nina's horny body. My knuckles rubbed hard on her cervix, then on her g-spot as I twirled and rotated my fist. Her fingers splayed and trembled. Her eyes rolled back.

"YESSSSS THAT'S ITTTT!! RIGHT THEREEEE!" She wailed. I speeded up, and my cock drooled pre-cum as Nina began to orgasm. She grunted, and shockingly, fluid spat from her cunt, right into my face! I reeled back, spluttering, laughing, licking my lips as soon as I could. Nina's teeth were clenched, eyes blazing, body jerking with each spasm, spasms that I felt on my fist, clamping it hard, squeezing my wrist until I yelped. 

It took quite a while for Nina to come down, and I kept my fist in her all the while, clenching and unclenching my fingers in slow pulsations that triggered off many delicious after-shocks. It was barely fifteen minutes since I had locked the door of the office, and I had just fisted one of my staff to a mind-blowing orgasm! 

The twinges eventually stopped, and I began to ease my hand out. She grasped my wrist and shook her head.

"Uh uh... I've wanted this too much to stop after just one!" She husked. What a slut. What a gorgeous, uninhibited slut!

So I told her she was a slut.

"You're using me... you just want my fist... well, you perverted little slut, that's what you'll get!" I said. I had never spoken to a woman like that before, but I had never met a woman like Nina before!

"Cocksucker..."

"Whore!"

We laughed as I jerked my hand in her cunt, pulling it back over the rim, and then thrusting it in hard. She gasped, eyes flying open. I did it again. Over the rim, and in. her hands slammed down on the surface of the desk in approval. My eyes were glued to her cunt, and the way it revealed and hid my hand. Slithering... yes, soon her cunt was slithering over the back of my hand, the flesh gliding on my skin like searing hot, oiled silk. I made a fist once more, and pushed it right into her, spreading those willing walls wide again.

She resumed her grip on my wrist, and began to work my fist inside her like a huge dildo, showing me where she likes to be stretched, where it hurts, where it feels too good to bear for long. It was quite a change to be the pupil instead of the teacher! When I leaned hard into her, I found that she was deeper now, an inch or more past my wrist, and I could feel her womb bearing down on me. She pushed me back... until I was in the grip of her vulva, and then a hard, teeth-clenching pull as she took me deep again. Fabulous. I knew what I needed to know now, and pushing her hand away, I began to gore her cunt, thrusting long, hard, bending my arm, this way and that to reach her special places, opening her wide around the tight ball of my large fist, and ramming it through... I had reached heaven, I decided. This was all I had ever dreamed fisting should be, and had so fleetingly attained in the past. Nina's hoarse cries of happy greed were the sweetest symphony to my ears. The feel of her amazing flesh surrendering with such eagerness was inspiring in a way I had only dared yearn for. I pulled back even further, and as she held her thighs wide, piecing blue eyes maddened with desire, I forced my clenched fist into her, pulled it out, forced it in, again and again while she uttered guttural cries of ecstasy. 

After the first few times, I didn't have to force it so hard, and I was almost punch-fucking her cunt, the wet slurping slap of it so wickedly rude, the outside/inside contrast another fine sensation to add to the list of firsts. It was so astonishing I couldn't hold onto myself. I crouched over her, pumping my fist in and out of her, pumping my cock with my spare hand. I could tell she was close to orgasm again too, her movements were fractured, uncontrolled, her voice querulous as the pleasure doubled and re-doubled. In an orgiastic frenzy, I thrashed my pulsing cock. I felt an exploding sun in my loins, and as I rammed my fist, jiggling it hard and deep, I came, all over her, feeling her spasms matching mine. Cum rocketed from my cock in long white streamers, splattering her belly, her swaying tits, painting her nipples giving her a flowing string of pearls, one massive spurt striping neatly across her face, bisecting it with a long silvery line of semen. I shook my fist inside her and she yowled, clawing at her nipples as her insides convulsed a final time, forcing my fist out with a wet, rude fart of air and pussy-juice.

"You bastard!! You've cum all over me!! I'm supposed to be going out with the girls tonight!!" Nina swore, her voice croaky from her cries of rapture. I stroked out the last drops from my softening cock, and shook them onto her belly. Her smile belied her words, as did her hands. They were rubbing my cum into her skin, stroking it into her breasts. She scooped up a clotting dribble and sucked her fingers like a naughty child. 

"You're not going anywhere tonight without me," I told her.




An Office Affair



Was it inevitable or a mid-life fling?

His arm came round my body and cupped my bare breast. He squeezed it and pinched my nipple that, reluctantly I felt, hardening for him. He pressed himself against my bare bottom his thick cock sliding between my cheeks. Neither of us spoke. I did not move as he eased himself downwards a little and manoeuvred it between my legs with the head pressing against my lips.

"Ok Mons?" He whispered, using the slightly vulgar shortening of my name.

"Yes," I replied.

He surged up inside me and then fucked me for a few minutes.

Although he made me cum, I gained little real pleasure from making love to my husband.

*

His arm slid along the back of the passenger seat in the Mercedes 600. He rested his hand on my shoulder and pulled me towards him. We kissed long and deep. His other hand found my modest B cup breast and caressed it outside the thin top. I sighed. He slid it up inside the top and cupped my boob in the thin, black bra. He lingered there for some time as we continued kissing and then fumbled his fingers inside the lacy cup. The feel of them on my breast flesh and nipple was electric. 

We continued kissing and then, after looking around the dark forest car park, he rolled my top up, licked each breast and then sucked my nipple into his mouth. I cradled his head in my hands running my fingers through his blonde, greying hair.

"Recline the seat a little Monica."

I found the button on the door side of the seat and let the back of the seat recline a little way. Continuing to make oral love to my breasts he put his hand on my closed knees and considerately waited for my reaction. I was wearing a fairly loose, above the knee skirt and no tights so his hand was on my bare flesh. He seemed to be sucking harder as he softly rubbed my legs just above my knees, clearly asking for a sign from me. I slowly parted my knees. His hand slid upwards until it reached my panties that I knew were already wet. I inched my bottom forward on the seat and opened my legs wider. He fiddled his fingers past the panties right onto my wetness. He paused and said.

"OK Monica?"

"Mmmmm," I sighed as his fingers slid inside me.

He quickly made me cum and I gained enormous pleasure from being finger fucked in a car.

*

In this day and age I guess it was almost inevitable. I had broken through the forty-something age barrier, we had been married for over twenty years and our two children were as good as off our hands. James, my husband, travelled a lot and worked long hours. I was bored and lonely. On top of that, our sex life was going backwards and I was quite convinced that on his business trips at least he had other women and may well have had a girl friend or two when at home.

I'm not sure why I got it, but it seemed a good idea at the time. We didn't need the money and it was a bit tiresome commuting to Covent Garden from Essex three days a week, but it sounded like fun and the work appeared to be interesting. I hadn't worked in an office other than as the boss's wife since my early twenties when I was employed in an ad agency and committed the cardinal sin in advertising of fucking the client. I did that and then married him. 

So it was all new to me. I got my mum and dad who lived nearby to pick Katie up from school although once she passed her driving test, which she was taking soon, we would buy her and car and she would drive. In any case she had something on in the school most evenings and did not leave until six to six-thirty so I was often home in time to pick her up. As I didn't have to be at work until nine thirty and with her school being near the tube station making the necessary arrangements to cope with our daughter was a breeze. James did help, but I could never trust him to collect Katie; he was just too unreliable and I thought in my dark moments, his bimbos were more important than his daughter who wasn't that much younger than his bits on the side.

Right from the start I loved it. I liked the buzz in the place, the camaraderie of being part of a team, meeting new people from walks of life I rarely experienced who I had nothing in common with but the job, the office politics, the going out for a drink after work and, of course, the flirtation. PC didn't seem to be that obvious and so many of the comments were quite ribald; I just loved it. I also loved kitting myself out. I had to buy a range of casual office clothes, jeans, trousers, tops, cardis that sort of stuff and several uniforms for client meetings, power suits in black, blue, red and white; I bought each suit with both trousers and a skirt.

I suppose it was inevitable. Maybe it was what I was looking for? Perhaps I saw work as a means to an end? Possibly deep down I imagined I would meet men in no strings situations? I really don't know, but it was and I did. I swear, though, I never looked for it or promoted it, things like Ben and me just happen, I don't think they can be planned.

In some ways I guess it was a classic office romance, a predictable work colleagues' affair. To me it was not that. I think Ben could well have been the true love of my life and I feel I was that to him as well.

Ben was one of the directors and he was my boss. He was older than me, nearly fifty and lived in Potters Bar an upscale North London suburb which was just about ten few miles from where I lived. He too was married with two children. His wife was known in the office and didn't seem to be liked. She was heavily into politics and was a local Tory party councillor, but was trying to get adopted for a parliamentary seat in Kent so she was away from home quite a lot. As we got to know each, that became a welcome situation.

I suppose it developed and followed a fairly predictable path.

We worked closely together, probably closer than was really necessary. We had to attend meetings together, both in the office and at clients' premises, most of which were in London, but some were round the country; we usually travelled together. We got to know each other, we talked of many things including our personal lives, which I soon learned were dangerous discussion topics. We started to work late together, we had lunches, sometimes with clients, but more often just the two of us, ostensibly to discuss work. We had drinks after work, just the two of us, he gave me lifts to the station and then.

"Maybe we could have dinner one night Monica, perhaps when we are both at a loose end having been partner dumped?"

Ok. Was that just being friends, the intimacy trail or, the road to a fuck. I did not know, but it excited me.

Staying late at the office, mild flirting, lifts to the station, the odd drinks after work even lunch are all part of work. Yes they may be extensions of it and they may bring the participants closer together, but they can always be viewed as work; they are usually in work time so they can be justified as that. Dinner is different. It's out of work hours, it isn't part of the working day, it intrudes on one's personal time and cannot really be justified. I could no more say to James that I was going to dinner with Ben my boss than Ben could say to his shrew of a wife that he was taking me out. You can wrap it how you will but dinner, even between work colleagues is a date, it's as simple as that. But rather than say 'come on a date' we use the euphemism 'let's have dinner.' We both knew, though, exactly what it is and what was going on; after all we are grown-ups!. Ben was trying to extend our relationship, take it beyond work mould it into friendship or more, he was extending a guarded invitation to me to go out with him. Yes, Ben was certainly inviting me to take another step along the intimacy trail and. I strode out with little hesitation on that road to be fucked.

"Yes that would be nice," was my hesitant reply.

It didn't go anywhere. We got on well, we chatted easily, we found out lots about each other, but it ended when he dropped me at Liverpool Street Station and I got the tube home. I think we were both too nervous and concerned that we would do something to upset the other. I certainly, and I suspect Ben as well, were also relieved; starting an affair is a big step and a huge responsibility.

Whether I was trying to justify my feelings for Ben and the potential affair or whether all the signs from James were adding up to him being 'at it' again I'm not sure. But he was away and out more, he had more 'urgent' trips and then yes, I did smell the 'cheap' perfume that bimbos wear, that is until he buys them Chanel as a present, and the tell-tale smudge of lip gloss or lipstick on his jacket. That convinced me he was up to something, but then 'leopards never change their spots' I thought feeling remarkably relaxed about the fact that my husband was fucking another woman, or more!

Again whether it was me 'knowing' that James was up to his old tricks' or some other force I don't know, but I started feeling differently about Ben. There was almost, or so it seemed, a correlation between the strength of my suspicions that my husband was shagging some little bitch and the strength of those feelings for Ben. 

I looked for him from my cubby hole as he walked round the large open plan office or I glanced into his glass walled office through the vertical blinds as I passed by, which I seemed to do more frequently. I looked forward to our daily meetings and to presenting stuff to him as just the two of us sat in his office with the door closed, sometimes our arms or legs touching. When he touched me, perhaps guiding me through a doorway before him, they now more than mere touches, they felt like caresses. When he looked at me his stare became more than a glance in my direction it became a look of affectionate lust, I felt as if he was undressing me as, increasingly I was mentally doing to him. 

We had dinner again. This time when he dropped me at Liverpool Street Station he got out of the car, came round opened the door and stood there as I got out. He stared at me, put his hand on my shoulder and said.

"I have really enjoyed tonight Monica, thanks so much."

He kissed me on my cheek. It was like an electric shock. We both just stood there a moment or two. Involuntarily I touched where he had kissed me with my fingertips, his hand was still resting on my shoulder. I whispered.

"So have I Ben, thank you."

Neither of us moved for what felt like an age, but was only seconds. Then I felt his hand on my shoulder as he applied some pressure. Slowly we closed the gap between us. He pressed his body against mine and buried his face in my, what some would say was too long for my age, tawny-blonde hair.

"Maybe Monica, I have enjoyed it a little too much, if you know what I mean?" he said quietly, his hand running down my arm and resting on my hip. I felt surprisingly calm. Although my heart was pounding and a heat was searing through my body from the pit of my tummy to my breasts and nipples, I managed to hold on.

"Yes Ben I do," I sighed as his hand found mine and held it.

"So what would Missus Elwes say if I gave her a proper kiss goodnight?" He surprisingly, but very welcomingly asked.

I didn't reply, but instead I inclined my head slightly so we were looking at each other and let the expression in my eyes say what I was thinking as a reply. Well not exactly for right then my reply would have been, 'Yes kiss me, shove your tongue in my mouth and rip my clothes off.'

Instead, I moulded into his arms and we kissed. It was long, loving and wonderful.

That night for the first time, it was Ben who fucked me, as I masturbated.

A week later, no less than that, neither of us could have waited a week, we were in the office and found ourselves alone in the coffee room.

He blurted out. "I haven't been able to stop thinking about the other evening Monica."

"I know," I quickly replied.

"Was it ok?"

"Yes."

"I wasn't out of order then?"

"No."

Then someone else came in.

'We need to talk' the email from Ben said.

'Yes,' I typed back.

'Soon.'

'Yes, I agree.'

'I'm at meetings all afternoon, sod it.'

'Hmmmmm"' I sent.

'I'm in the car today, how about I give you a lift home?'

'It's so out of your way,' I replied my heart pumping at the thought of the best part of an hour or so alone with him.

We talked a lot as we crawled through the East London traffic. I live almost due east of London and Potters bar is nearly due north, but both are about the same distance from Covent Garden. The route from Chigwell to Potters Bar is along the M25 and can take ages so I had insisted he drop me at a tube station on my way home, making it easier for him to get home. We agreed on Stratford near to the Olympic Park. In any case, he and Marcia, the shrew, were entertaining that evening and James was home, so we didn't have too much time. 

He pulled away from the station entrance into the semi darkness of the car park.

At that time of evening the tubes are every few minutes and it only takes twenty minutes or so to Chigwell so there was no rush, well at least on my part.

Ben drove past the station and found a quiet, dark side road where he parked the large Merc.

"I have never felt like this Monica," he said half turning towards me and holding my hand. "Do you know what I mean?"

Do I know what he means? He'd only shagged me about six times so far and I had sucked his cock twice in my dreams.

"Yes," I replied quietly and demurely.

Another clue I had learned to James's straying was how often he fucked me. Most would think that if he was getting it elsewhere he wouldn't need it at home. Where he was clever, or thought he was, was that he made sure I got plenty well as much as he was getting. It's a bit like a husband suddenly bringing the wife flowers; obvious when you know!

As my tube had rattled through Leytonstone where it is overground, my mobile bleeped.

'Sorry babe, I'll be late, urgent client thing. Keep it warm for me. J'

So as James rolled on top of me later that evening and I opened my legs, in my mind it was Ben. As my husband entered me and kissed me it was the memory of Ben's lips on mine in that side road that so aroused me. And as my husband fucked me, quite nicely as he always does, it was the recall of Ben touching my breast that sent me over the top. I have often wondered what might have happened in that dark road after Ben stroked and squeezed my breast if he and his wife had not been entertaining an important politician that evening.

A few days later we had been to a client meeting and had to return to the office to collect stuff, Ben for a trip he was making to Dublin the next day, me to collect my laptop for I was working from home the next few days. It was late and the office was deserted. 

I was wearing a black, lightweight wool, Donna Karan suit with a skirt. The jacket had four buttons up the front so there was no need to wear anything, other than a bra under it.

We were standing in his office, he pulled me to him. We kissed, very strongly. My mouth was wide open, our lips were squirming together and his tongue was plunging and delving. I was gasping and sighing with pleasure and delight. He found my breast and squeezed it with just the right amount of pressure. Our kissing became more furious. I was ruffling his hair and running my hand up and down his back as he thrust himself at me. He was stunningly hard. One hand was inside my jacket, on my breast, outside my bra, the other was squeezing and cupping my bum. That hand ran up my legs taking the skirt with it. He bunched it round my hips at the back and stroked and rubbed my bum through my black tights. My jacket had come undone and he had eased one of my boobs from my bra. He was slipping his fingers inside my tights at the back, touching the top of my bare bum. I was playing my part. It was all very mutual. His shirt was undone, he'd removed his jacket earlier. As the sensations he was giving me from stroking the bare flesh of my boobs, pinching my nipples and now cupping the naked cheeks of my bum inside my tights increased, I was pressing, rubbing and holding his erection outside his trousers.

It was the act of him starting to push my tights down that got to me. I broke away.

"No, Ben."

"I'm sorry, I went too far."

"It's not that?"

"What is it?"

"Not here, not where we work, it's too, I don't know, sordid."

"Yes, yes I understand," he said cradling me in his arms again.

"It was ok then, I wasn't out of line."

"No," I whispered, adding without really thinking "But somewhere else," as I pulled my skirt down, and straightened that and the jacket.

"Yes of course, I understand."

A week or so later, during which time we hadn't been together hardly at all for Ben was involved in board meetings and the annual budgets, James was home and I was busy with open evenings at the school, Ben called me into his office. 

"RBS need us to go through that image research you recently wrote for them."

One of my key jobs was to take the information produced by the boffin-like researchers and produce readable reports in relatively understandable English. Sometimes, I would then develop PowerPoint presentations that one of the Account Managers people and occasionally if the client was big enough, Ben himself, would present to the client. The Royal Bank of Scotland was certainly big enough.

*

But you will have to come with me," he said smiling as I stood in his office a few evenings later.

"To Edinburgh?"

"Yes."

"OK no problem."

He went serious and looked me in the eyes as he fiddled with the report I had produced.

"Er, um, it could mean an overnight stay."

I realised what he probably meant and I too became serious as the decision he was asking to make hit me.

"I see, really."

"Well maybe we could get there and back in a day, but it might be a rush and that can be tiring, I've done it several times."

"Will it just be you and me?"

"Maybe, but we'll possibly need one of the geeks there just in case they have any of theirs and they want to start asking questions on the statistical validity of sample sizes and other such research bullshit."

"Hmmm."

"What?"

"Won't that er, make things a little awkward?"

"Yes it could, but would you come?"

That made me smile. "Well that would have little to do with the geek would it?"

Ben laughed, "I hope not, look I'll fix something to get him or her out of our way, will you er, accompany me to Edinburgh."

We both laughed.

This was getting serious. I had a big decision to make. If I went, I knew I would sleep with him and that would take us further along the intimacy trail and, the road to fuck. It would persuade to be unfaithful,again! Did I want that again? Could I handle the guilt, the lies and the excuses? Was this 'goose and gander' stuff worth it, I wondered?

The presentation went well and Ken, the research guy went straight to the airport after it. Ben had arranged and had mentioned it in the presentation that he and I would be having further meetings the next day. So, after saying goodbye to Ken we got a cab from the marketing department's meeting rooms in the Old Town to Princes Street. We had a cup of tea at one of the cafes looking out onto the wide, busy main road and chatted.

"Was it ok with James you coming up here?"

"Yes, he's so wrapped up in his business he doesn't pay much attention to such trivia as my work."

"So it wasn't a problem you staying overnight."

"No, but I did imply there would be more than just you and me."

Smiling he held my hand. That seemed odd. It also seemed very erotic. So far, Ben had touched me very intimately, but only my breasts, but that was when we were alone, naturally. Such a demonstration of affection in public was not only a rare pleasure and very welcome, but was also just right for the occasion. We were going to sleep together, we were going to make love and have sex, we both knew that and this show of tenderness and affection positioned this assignation perfectly; it said most clearly to both of us 'It's a lot more than mere sex,' which it was and had to be for me.




An Office Affair



As we sat there in silence watching the world go by holding hands, memories of that fling with Craig some three years ago came into my mind. Being with him in public was unlikely, holding hands would have been unthinkable; after all forty something women don't do that with twenty something guys. With him, I simply wanted the excitement, thrills and pleasures of no strings attached sex. I wanted adventure and anything new. I did not want affection, endearment or love, just simple, straightforward sex. I wanted Craig to fuck me as often as I wanted him to, where and when I wanted him. Nothing more and nothing less. It was not like that with Ben. I did not want to be fucked by Ben, I wanted us to make love. Whereas I had let, maybe even encouraged, Craig to screw me up against the wall in the tennis clubhouse, I could not bring myself to have sex with Ben in the office. This was different again, this was affection, this was new to me as a mature woman for I was beginning to think that I was falling in love with Ben.

We walked to the hotel pulling our overnight trolleys just like business colleagues, which we were of course, in fact so far that is all we were. Soon though, that was going to change, we were going to become lovers.

We were staying at the Rocco Forte, Balmoral, which is at number one Princes Street. It was exquisite. I had stayed there before with James, when it was simply The Balmoral. Then it was elegantly old- fashioned, now it was super elegantly modern. It was wonderful.

"I booked two rooms," Ben said as we strolled through the stylish, mainly black and white reception. "What do you want to do?" He asked after we had both checked in.

"What do you mean?"

"Never mind, what now?"

"Well I have a few calls to make and a need a shower so how about a drink in the bar in what, an hour?"

"Fantastic, where would you like to eat?"

"Quite frankly Ben I am happy to eat in the hotel."

"Good idea, why have the hassle of finding somewhere."

I called home and spoke to Katie who had found the whole idea of mum going away on business a real hoot. She was actually quite interested, or said she was in what I was doing for it in a way I didn't grasp tied in with a project she was handling. I chatted to her for the best part of half an hour undressing as I did. I then chatted to Mary who was one half of the amazing couple who did so much for us, from her babysitting and looking after the children to the point they looked on her as a surrogate granny, her housekeeping and sheer friendship. On top of that, her partner Roy was a handyman plus; he just knew everything there was to know about anything to do with building, decorating, plumbing and simply houses in general and he kept our house in perfect order.

Everything was cool at home, and yes she would call me on my mobile, I'd avoided saying where I was staying when she asked by saying that it was a wonderful hotel looking up to Edinburgh Castle.. I called James, quite aware that it was only early afternoon in New York and left a voice mail explaining that I was at a 'thing' with RBS, I had previously told him I was going to Scotland, and probably wouldn't be able to answer if he called. Him and I not talking for a few days was nothing unusual as generally we lived in two different time as well as, increasingly, lifetime zones.

After clicking off, I was down to my panties and I realised just what a scheming, conniving bitch I could be. It then struck me, that I was about to get ready to commit adultery and that hit me hard. It didn't, though, stop me putting on underwear to be undressed in and a low cut at the front, zip right up the back, tight, just above the knee black dress.

"Oh my lord," Ben said as later the dress slipped down my body and crumpled into a pool round my black patent, high heeled covered feet. "You look absolutely amazing Monica, thank you."

Dinner had gone well. We both got slightly tipsy and we exchanged confessions that we'd never done this before; I sort of let Craig slip from my memory, as I imagined my nearly fifty year old, awfully attractive, potential lover may have done with some of his likely peccadilloes. 

There was no doubt or worry in either of our minds. It was becoming as inevitable as night following day, but then looking out the window in this northern outpost it was so much lighter than it would be in London, I did wonder a little.

"Your room or mine?" He asked as he ground his erection against me.

We were kissing in the lift on the way up to the sixth and top floor where the rooms with the best views of the castle are located. What a deliciously, sordid thing that is, kissing in a lift. Ok I realise that's the thinking of a mature, married woman and not all age groups would agree, but I bet there are loads out there that do agree.

I had no preference really, my focus was becoming fully directed to sleeping with Ben, not worrying about where.

"Which comes first," I mumbled though his lips covering mine.

"Woops, I see it's yours," I giggled as he pushed me through the door and kissed me. I was hellishly nervous.

Even though I had no experience of such things, other than Craig and before that my husband when he 'seduced' me, I think what happened over the next few hours was probably a classic start to a love affair.

We went onto Ben's room. We kissed and slowly he undressed me. He unzipped my dress, let it fall to the ground and he ogled my sexy underwear; black bra, thong and lacy topped hold ups! I knew that I looked good and I certainly felt good. 

We sat on the edge of the bed kissing, his arms were round my shoulders pulling me to him. That was nice, I felt warm and wanted. I undid his shirt and ran my fingers over his nicely hairy chest. He caressed my boobs outside my bra and then fumbled his fingers inside one cup and stroked that boob and nipple. 

I was getting very aroused indeed and that combined with my surprisingly high level of nervousness was giving very strong and new to me sensations. My body and mind were in perfect, yet uncoordinated, sync as I am sure my temperature soared and my heart and pulse rates started to race.

With the usual lack of dexterity shown by men he fiddled the clasp of the bra strap undone, why on earth aren't they given lessons at school in removing bras! The wait, though, was worth it and when he took the cups of the bra away from each of my boobs and groaned his appreciation, I felt wonderful. Grasping them, he leaned forward and tenderly kissed each of my nipples, which had of course reared up to their fullest and hardest. I held his head and cradled his face to my breasts. He slowly pushed me backwards so I was lying flat on the bed, my legs dangling over the side, his chest crushing my right breast as we kissed, our tongues sweeping all over the insides of the other's mouth. His mouth alternated from my lips to my breasts and nipples as his hand left my chest and slithered downwards. It went onto the bottom of each boob, across my lower chest, onto my waist, his finger probing my tummy button, past the elastic waistband of the flimsy thong and right onto my pubic mound. He pressed me there, I grunted and my body jerked.

"Oh God," I heard myself say as his finger found my clit from outside the silk of the tiny panties.

"Nice?"

"Oh Ben," I groaned my mouth trying to devour his lips as my hand frantically searched for the hardness it wanted to feel. I found it just as he started to rub my clit. That did me; that sent me over the top. He had been priming me for this all day and now as soon as he touched me I exploded, what a girly thing to do.

I clamped my thighs together trapping his hand in there as I climaxed, quick, hard, fully and so wonderfully yet disappointingly quickly.

"I'm sorry," I mumbled as the beautiful feelings roared all over me.

"Don't be darling, it was wonderful, it was lovely to see you like that."

"I feel a bit silly," I told him as he cuddled me and held me close to him as slowly my orgasm subsided.

"Don't worry."

"That hasn't happened to me since, oh never mind."

"No tell me."

"Well since I first went with James," I mumbled, realising I was on dodgy ground. Fortunately he didn't ask the question, 'And who might that have been with?'

Lying on a bed in a hotel clad just in panties and stockings, being cuddled by a man who has not only just made me cum, but is also the person I feel I may be falling in love with, is clearly an exciting situation. But for quite some time, we just lie there, cuddling, occasionally kissing and touching each other. I, certainly and I think Ben as well, was simply in awe of the situation and we did not want to do anything that might break the spell. It was almost as if just being there was 'naughty' enough with any further sexual expression being unnecessary; well for a while that was!

"You really do have a lovely body Monica," he whispered kissing the top of my head and cupping my breasts. Of course, he had never seen me as good as naked before, I realised. 

I smiled. "Thank you kind sir, but talking about bodies...?" I said leaving the sentence unfinished, but pulling on his shirt. He rolled away from me, slipped his shirt off and started undoing his trousers. As he slid his boxers off and his erection jumped out he looked at me so I slid my panties off as well.

"I have visualised us being like this so many times," he whispered pulling me against his nakedness. "Have you Monica?"

"Yes endlessly," I answered truthfully reaching for his erection and stroking it, sort of gratefully I suppose, almost as if he was giving me a present. He wasn't at all embarrassed as I kind of worshipped at the altar of his hard on.

He really did feel good against me and I revelled in our bodies touching from our lips to our toes. He stroked my buttocks and kissed my nipples; he cupped and squeezed my breasts and ran his hands over my tummy. I kissed him hard and ran my fingers through his hair. I let his hairy chest graze my nipples and I ran my nails down his back and onto the taught cheeks of his beautifully, manly bum. He pressed his fingers against my mound and clit and I continued fondling his erection. It was magically erotic stuff as we built up to the inevitable. I was on my back, he was on top, I opened my legs, he was between them, I felt his cock against me and he pushed gently and enquiringly. And then wonderfully, marvellously, amazingly and so fucking incredibly hornilly he shoved his cock right up my cunt. I gasped at the sheer power of the sensations as he surged deeply into me and I gripped him even more tightly if that was possible. It was like being fucked for the first time.

"Oh God Ben."

"Ok Monica?"

"Oh yes, yes I am so very ok."

And then we made love. Beautiful love, wonderful love, complete love, twice. He was clearly not the stud that Craig was, but now he was my lover and I did not want or need a stud!

*

Our affair went on. It became increasingly intense. Our need for each other, both emotionally and sexually, seemed to increase the more we were together. We naturally became closer and closer and inevitably, we fell in love. We both struggled to resist that, or at least, not admit to it either, to ourselves or, more particularly, to each other, but in the end we did, of course.

I hadn't felt anything so emotionally powerful since the early days with James, but even those I couldn't recall being quite as strong as what I felt for Ben; maybe the forbidden, even the impossible nature of what we were doing was fuelling our emotions. When we were apart I felt morose and could think of little else than being with him. Then when I saw him my heart really did pound and my pulses raced. Sitting in my little 'work cubicle' I would see him come into the open plan office and go to his office as my eyes as surreptitiously as possible would follow his every movement. I would know when he was about to arrive for usually we had spoken on the phone just moments before; I had bought a pay as you go phone specifically for talking to him. As he entered his glassed in office with the vertical blinds, so I would feel the heat welling up in my loins and breasts and my yearning for him would reach almost fever pitch.

After the first couple of weeks of the affair as it became obvious to both of us that it was more than just a little fling, not that either of us had really had any of those; Craig apart for me of course, we settled into a routine. 

Although Ben's wife and my husband were either out or away from home a lot, other commitments made meeting as often as we would like very difficult. We were able to sneak the odd whole evening together when both of our spouses were absent and we were able to fix something for our children. That would usually be an early dinner and then leisurely sex in a hotel bedroom. We had similar 'get togethers' several times in the afternoons. They had to be days I wasn't working for I couldn't just sneak off from the office as he could, although as I got more involved with clients so my diary management became more down to me than anyone else and I could sneak time for my lover.

However, if we had had to rely on the odd evening and the infrequent afternoon in the romantic setting of hotel rooms for our affair then it would have been even more frustrating than it was. Fortunately, we did not.

I do not want to make what we did sound too sordid or overly calculating and disloyal to my family on my part. Also I do not want to go into exhaustive explanations to explain the background to how we came to start fucking in the office, in his car and at our homes. The first two locations were exciting, but a little tacky. The latter, having one's lover come to one's home, was extremely morally dubious, but when you are in love and are having an affair the normal rules and moral standards go out the window somewhat. I am not trying to justify the fact that we had sex in our marital homes, simply explain the lengths that married lovers will go to in search of fulfilment.

"You coming to the station Monica?"

"No I have some stuff I have to finish this evening, Ben needs it for tomorrow, I explained to Charlotte a brand manager who lived my way.

"Well don't stay too late," she said walking out and leaving me with just two other colleagues who were having a meeting. 

They seemed to take an endless time to wind up their business, but eventually they left.

I knocked on Ben's door as we'd arranged.

"They've gone."

We were in each other's arms almost immediately.

We both badly wanted to be together that day. It was a Tuesday and we hadn't even seen each other, let alone had sex since the previous Tuesday even though I had increased my work days to three a week. 

Something had cropped up for Ben that prevented us meeting for lunch, I couldn't get away from the office in the afternoon and neither of us could spend a great deal of the evening in a hotel bed. We had discussed this in a series of phone calls on the Monday and Tuesday morning.

He shut the blinds and we looked out across the larger open plan outer office as we kissed and caressed each other. His hands were all over my breasts. I was wearing a crisp, white blouse, quite tight jeans, knee length 'stockings' and heels. His hand slid round me right onto the cheeks of my bum. He gripped them and pulled me hard against his erection, it felt wonderful.

"Jesus, Monica, I want you so much, I've been hard all day thinking of this."

"Well you've held onto it well," I smiled, grinding my mound against it and adding with a smile as I grabbed his cock inside his expensive, thin woollen Armani suit trousers. "Just as I am going to."

"And now I'm gonna use it and get rid of it," he sighed squeezing my bum even harder.

"Christ Ben, we can't here," I groaned my hand rubbing his erection through his trousers.

"Can't we Monica? Why not?" He said getting up and locking the door. He put the lights out, walked back to his desk and perched his bum on the edge with, his legs crossed at the ankles and pushed out straight in front of him. "Nobody comes in the office this time of night and even if they did they can't see in here."

"We shouldn't."

"Still too sordid is it?" He laughed.

Smiling, I replied. "It was too sordid for our first time."

"And now Monica, now we have fucked a few times, is still too sordid?"

My resistance, if there had been any in the first place, almost immediately evaporated, I loved the dirty talk, I saw the logic in what he was saying and that other side of me, the Hyde I think, took over. That wanted thrills and excitement, it wanted different sex, extreme stuff and risky places, just as it had with Craig. I felt bold, adventurous and confident.

I walked towards him my eyes locked on his, my fingers fumbling at the buttons on my blouse. The first came open just after I started moving, the second when I had covered about half the distance between us and the third when I was standing just a couple of feet away from him. Staring straight into his eyes I slowly undid the remainder as his eyes seemed to plunge into my cleavage and my boobs inside the thin, dainty white bra.

"But it's not too sordid for later times," I smiled as he cupped my breasts, which I had sort of proffered to him as my fingers fumbled at his zip. I wanted to feel his cock so badly that nearly all rational thought went from my mind. He pulled my tits out of my bra. I stopped him, removed it completely without removing the blouse, a trick every girl knows, but few display, but then they rarely need to for the guy usually takes it off. I dropped it into my bag. I was working on the basis that it would easier to button my blouse up rather than struggle with a half full and half empty bra if the unexpected happened, so some rational thought was still around! On top of that I felt deliciously wanton being in my workplace, with my blouse open to the waist and my bare breasts bouncing around. Visions of the tennis clubhouse filled my mind.

I got to feel much more wanton very quickly. I undid his belt and fumbled his, by now, quite familiar dick out from his boxers and the tail of his shirt. It was very hard and wonderfully warm. He undid my belt as well and also slid my zip down. He got his hand inside and was quickly arousing me with his fingers towards my first orgasm; I was still a quick cummer.

I went to sit on his leather couch thinking we could cuddle and hold each other and gradually lead into having sex as I lie on my back on the couch. But no, that wasn't in the script, it wasn't on the agenda. Mixing metaphors horribly, it was also not in the plan.

"No come here," he almost growled getting hold of me and pulling me behind his desk. There was still a little method in the madness that was consuming us, for through a crack in the blinds we had a view right down the outside office from behind his desk.  

Just roughly enough to complement the circumstances, he yanked my jeans down, nearly to my knees. I was wearing a thong purposefully for him for I don't usually wear them with jeans, the thong and the seam of the jeans traversing the crease in your bum can get a little uncomfortable.

"You sexy bitch," he, again, almost growled looking at the slither of black lace and silk that just covered my pubes and sneaked sexily, I thought, between the cheeks of my bum. "Turn round," he instructed me as willingly, eagerly even I did as he asked.

He had a large wooden desk becoming the status of a senior director in a marketing consultancy. Rosewood I think it was and it was kept beautifully polished so it was as shiny as glass. It was quite cold when he pushed me face forward onto it so that my boobs were squashed against the wood making smears on the shiny surface. I was at ninety degrees or so at the waist, with my jeans round mid-thigh. He didn't take the thong off, but merely pulled it to one side. He ran his finger deliciously along the crease between the cheeks of bum, pausing meaningfully on the place that hadn't yet featured much in our relationship, and right onto my soaking, pulsating, bloated pussy. Then, not to put too fine a point on it, he fucked me bent over his office desk. We both knew only too well that would be a constant reminder of this every time he or I were in his office in the future. And that was sordid, very sordid, deliciously so.




An Office Affair



The sordidness of our affair gradually got worse or, maybe better, dependent upon your viewpoint. 

I have often looked back in recent years, after Ben and I finished, to try to discern just how much really was just lust and sexual adventure and what was real love. I still haven't found a full answer to that.

Of course there was loads of remorse after that first full sex in the office. Both immediately after he had cum, later that evening when I was home and for a few days after. My thinking was that what we had done was dangerous, rather sordid, a bit like teenagers, but so fucking exciting I could hardly wait for the next time. That wasn't long in coming either.

I hadn't wanted it to turn out as it did. I didn't really want to become an office 'bike.' I wasn't really expecting my deep love affair with Ben to revolve mainly around me being fucked in the office and fucked in his car. But then with married people who go off the rails, sexually and romantically, where else is there?

That first time in the office was probably the most sordid position I had ever been in, but then I haven't been in that many, yet on the other hand when I think of Craig, no don't let's go there. Face down on my bosses desk, my blouse open, my tits bare, my jeans round my ankles and my panties pushed to one side, I had been groaning and moaning with pleasure as he had made me cum and now I was bathing in the warm afterglow of a strong orgasm as Ben softened inside me. He pulled himself out and I stood up. His eyes ran up and down my near naked body and dishevelled clothing. He took me in his arm, kissed me deeply and with a broad grin on his face said.

"That was fantastic Monica, almost as fantastic as you look right now. Perfectly and absolutely wonderfully fucking sordid." It was exactly the right thing to say to reassure me, but I wondered if he would have felt the same if he could have seen what I could feel, his sperm slipping down my thigh!

I was finding out new things about myself. I realised that not only had I got the capability of being a devious and calculating cheat, but also I was becoming a 'thrill junky!' Being prone to analyse most things I do, I worked out that the thrill and excitement of the affair, the going to hotels and now having sex in the office, were as equally exciting and important really as the sex itself. But wasn't the sex an expression of our love? I got a little stumped there for other than sort of working together at a distance, having the occasional lunch and dinner, our relationship was sex. There wasn't a lot more, but hey, don't get me wrong I wasn't complaining.

We enlarged our repertoire.

There were nights, well evenings actually, when we didn't have 'late passes' to use a hotel; we had perhaps an hour when we needed to encapsulate all of our love and lust for each other. Whilst not a cheapskate by any means, Ben baulked at shelling out a couple of hundred pounds for an hour or so in a hotel bed with me, or anyone probably. So when it was not possible to use the office as people were around in late meetings, we needed somewhere else. The question was where?

'Let me give you a lift home,' Ben messaged me about three one afternoon.

'You can't it's miles out of your way,'

'So what, it's worth it for an hour or so together isn't it?'

'Of course.'

It wasn't actually that far out of his way. But as he had to use the M25 or the North Circular to get from Chigwell to Hadleigh Woods, it could take ages if the traffic was heavy.

"Ok, so what time were you thinking of leaving?"

"'Get your coat."

'What?'

'I'm just round the corner, come on.'

As I now had my own clients I was able to leave the office without explaining where I was going so meeting him wasn't a problem

It was just getting dark when we turned off the main road and into a narrow lane which was a short cut to where I live.

"Anywhere around here we can stop and er, um, chat?" He smiled at me.

"We can chat anywhere can't we, but I doubt you really meant that do you?" I asked leaning across and resting my hand on his upper thigh.

"You know me too well, no of course not."

I hadn't 'groped' in a car since Craig, I realised as we got into the back of Ben's Merc. After he'd pulled the car into a car park in a wood, to which I had directed him, even though I had no idea just how safe it would be, we had kissed and talked. I didn't want to get into the back on the grounds that if another car, or worse, the police or forest rangers drove into the car park how could we explain that?

"We don't have to, we're doing nothing wrong and we are consenting adults," he replied with impeccable logic, reassuring me, so I eventually, but rather reluctantly agreed.

I don't know just how much of the extreme excitement and immense pleasure was down to my feelings for Ben, the slight frustration I was experiencing through not having had sex for more than a week or the fact that we were in car, but what I experienced was sensational.

I resisted at first, just as respectable, well brought up married women are supposed to do. I don't mean his advances, I relished those. I don't mean him kissing me, having his tongue in my mouth or caressing my breasts, I enjoyed those. I don't even mean him slipping his hand up my top, cupping my breasts in my bra and then wiggling his fingers inside that onto my boobs and nipples, after all that's what 'boys and girls' do when they sit in the back of a car. It wasn't, either Ben slipping his hand up my skirt and pressing his fingers on the gusset of my panties. No, my resistance came when he scooped my boobs out of my bra, when he pushed my skirt up round my waist, when he tried to pull my knickers down and when he whispered in my ear.

"Monica I have to have you. I have to fuck you."

"Oh God Ben we can't, it's too risky."

It was risky. It was dangerous. The chance of being caught, literally 'in the act' was high. But by Christ it was exciting. We couldn't undress of course, we couldn't get naked. But Ben could get his cock out, I could take my panties off, I could straddle him and he could, just like that, fuck me or, more to the point I could fuck him. And that is precisely what we did. Clearly, I realised as I lay in his arms on the large back seat, not all German cars have sexual design faults.

More soul searching followed that of course, but I coped, probably better than I had with Craig and with when Ben and I had sex first time in the office.

So for the next few months our affair revolved around the occasional afternoon or evening in a hotel, the fairly regular once a week or so shag in the office and yes I did let him fuck me with me sitting on my desk as he stood between my legs, which were wrapped round his hips. And of course in the car and a few times at our houses, but they never worked too well, nerves I guess.

After that first time I lost my reservations about being caught and inhibitions about being undressed and then fucked in his car in a car park. I actually enjoyed it and each weekend I looked forward to our, usually, Tuesday evening car sex.

My new found cunning and conniving, scheming and slyness came into play at these times. 

"Just sit there," I said after we had parked and climbed into the back.

I pushed Ben into the corner of the usefully large back seat and knelt with one knee on the seat on the other side of the car. I was wearing a knee-length, quite loose, blue dress, with a lowish top and three buttons running from the neckline to just above my waist. Staring directly into each other's eyes, I slowly undid the top button. He smiled at me.

"Mmmmm nice," he said as the next and the third came undone and the top of my dress parted a little, thus showing a goodly expanse of my boobs. 

Taking hold of the opened sides of the top of the dress I pulled them sideways, across my boobs and let go of them leaving my bare breasts staring invitingly at him.

He reached out for me.

"No, don't touch," I whispered pushing him back into the corner.

"Christ Monica, you flash your tits at me, then say no touching."

"Well not yet," I smiled reaching down and taking hold of the hem. 

"And, by the way, young lady, where's your bra gone!" I didn't reply and instead reached down and took hold of the hem of the dress.

Holding his gaze I slowly pulled the dress upwards. I eased it further and further up my legs, along my thighs and then stopped.

"Why have you stopped?"

"No reason," I replied, sliding it further up so it was bunched almost round my stomach.

"Jesus Christ, when did they come off?" He asked looking at my uncovered pubic mound.

I had taken my underwear off before leaving the office and had the garments safely tucked away in my wags bag in the front of the car.

"Never mind, are you pleased?" I asked cupping one of my breasts,

"Pleased I'm absolutely fucking delighted, but why?"

"Because silly," I replied fumbling at his belt "You can now fuck me without me having to get undressed."

That became another feature of our sexual repertoire. On the evenings when Ben was going to give me a lift home I would go to the ladies half hour or so before we were due to set off. I would remove all but the essential parts of my make-up and during the day I would carefully avoid wearing perfume, real mistress thinking there, but then why provide any evidence for the wife! I would then slip into one of the cubicles and remove my bra and panties. Usually I would meet him a way down the road. Walking out from the office and then down the busy road naked under my outer clothes really was a massive turn on. After that and then being in his car for an hour so in that state of semi-undress of which he was clearly aware had me primed and ready for the stimulating sex we would then have in the back of his car.

As our affair progressed so we became both more adventurous, but also sad. We knew that it would go nowhere, other than perhaps us being arrested for offending private decency, for we talked about it, a lot. We discussed setting up home together and talked about how wonderful it would be being together all the time. Deep down, though I think we both knew that it would never happen. There was just too much excess baggage to sort out and the cost of excess baggage is enormous wherever it's incurred. There were children involved, massive financial aspects and family and friends to consider. So such talk dwindled and gradually our focus became more and more sexual.

That became not just the problem, but also the delight.

We had great sex. We did it in so many different places and got great kicks from the 'danger' involved in screwing in the office, shagging in the car and fucking in the odd shop doorway, up against a tree and in a field. We both got a fantastic buzz when I started removing my underwear mid-afternoon and wandering round the office with Ben aware of my lack of bra and panties. 

But in the end sex simply wasn't enough. In the end the affair with Ben resembled my fling with Craig, far too much. And in the end it went the same way for in the end it really was just another example of the mid-life crisis that was influencing us. So in the end, just like a firework it simply fizzled out. I then got another job.

Are all affairs like that I wondered? Was it inevitable or was it just a fling before it's too late? Who knows?



An Office Affair



I had just turned 30 years of age when I was promoted to my new job. It felt great. A big bump in salary, nice title, a personal assistant as well as a secretary. A little overkill, I thought. A secretary and an assistant? Would I have to do any work myself? Even more than that was the office that went along with the rest. A big office, nicely furnished, a private bathroom, and a door that was kept locked at all times. The guy I replaced must have had issues. I wasn't sure, but the lock seemed to be over the top. Such privacy concerns that even my secretary had to be buzzed in. The only keycards that unlocked my door were mine and my assistant. I guessed that made her an assistant instead of a secretary.

But what an assistant. I had picked her out of a group of employees who asked for the promotion when I got mine. I swear I did not pick her because she was so young and pretty. Really. Honest. I think I really believe that, though it certainly didn't hurt her chances. I mean, I knew we would be spending a lot of time together. I had to pick someone who was not only capable, but someone whose personality suited mine. But the thought of looking at such a pretty 25 year old for so much of the day certainly did make me smile.

Karen was a striking brunette. Quite pretty. Long hair to match her long frame. She stood about 5 ft. 9, and it seemed that it was mostly legs. Long, thin, curvy legs - just like the rest of her. And nice, full breasts, noticeable even under her normally business-like attire.

It was only after she began working for me that she began to dress a little more sexily. And she began flirting. Just a little. I took her flirting to be just good natured 

banter, and her wardrobe a reflection of my laid back style. Perhaps I misread it.

The story really began at a company-wide celebration just a few weeks after I started my new job. We had a party one Friday after work, complete with a buffet dinner and a good bit of (that is, too much) alcohol. I did not drink much. After all, as a new executive I had to set a good example.

Things had begun to wind down a little. That means the older folks began to drift out towards home. I was torn as to whether I should leave with them (as a boss) or 'let my hair down' with the under 40 crowd. So I stayed for a while, then decided I would leisurely go upstairs to my office, use the bathroom, get a few files to look at over the weekend, and then come back down for a final drink.

It felt good relieving myself in the toilet. I was thinking how the party would have been more fun a few weeks ago when I would have been just a lowly employee, instead of the newest 'boss'. I was still very aware of my image in the company as I exited the bathroom. Knowing I would be alone, I opened the door of my bathroom before I finished fastening my pants. I heard a woman giggle as I zipped up.

"I could help you with that," my assistant Karen said. 

I just looked at her, surprised.

"But maybe I would pull that zipper down instead of up," she said, moving up close to me.

I realized that she must be more than a bit drunk, so I ignored her naughty comment. "I think I'm fine, thanks. Did you come in to use the bathroom?"

"Well, yes, I did. But it would be more fun to use you!" She was speaking slow, and with slight slurring. "You know, I have thought of this a lot of times."

I was confused. "This? What, uh, have you thought of?"

She was nearly touching me she was so close. I was getting nervous, mostly because I had been looking a lot down into her cleavage. She had put on a 'party outfit' after work, and her dress was pretty low cut, showing a lot of breast. It was impossible not to notice. I had tried all evening, but now that she was so close, and we were alone, and she was flirting...

Her voice sounded sultry as she said, "I have thought of us being in here, alone. You trying to get fresh with me. Me letting you. After all, I am your 'personal' assistant." She emphasized the word personal.

I opened my mouth to tell her to stop. This was not proper. I was her boss. We couldn't... OH! Her hand closed over my pants, right where my bulge had begun to form. That stopped me from saying anything.

She leaned in, pressing her breast against my arm. "It feels so good. But it will feel much better in a minute."

I swear that I was trying to speak. I honestly think I said, "No," but I admit it was not very loud. I'm not sure that even I heard it.

I felt her fingers slide down my bulge. I didn't realize right away that my zipper was going down as well. Her body slid down my body as she reached into my shorts. I gasped as her fingers found my naked shaft. She pulled it out just as her mouth came level with it and I could only moan as her lips touched the head.

"Shiiiit," I moaned as I felt her tongue run circles over my cock head. 

She smiled up at me and said, "You like that?" 

Really. I tried to tell her to stop. A moan was all I could get out, and she returned her attention to my dick.

She now had it pulled completely out of my pants, and began licking the entire shaft. She held it firmly by the base while sucking on the head. Firmly. While pumping her hand up and down rapidly.

I hadn't had a hand job or a blow job in quite a while. No sex of any kind in a long time. All I was capable of at this point was to close my eyes and let the feelings run through my body. I just stood there and let her suck, and lick, and pump for - How long? I don't know. It couldn't have been too long.

I felt my cock harden even more. I began straining. The cum started to boil up. Suddenly I groaned loudly and my dick shot a spurt of cum out. My knees nearly buckled, but Karen kept my dick in her mouth as shot after shot emptied into her mouth. She kept swallowing and sucking until I was spent. 

She looked up at me, smiling, as a dribble of cum eased down over her chin. "Oh, that was nice. Did you think that was nice?"

"Yes," I managed to say. "Yes, I did." Now I could talk, but my mind could not think of what to say.

Karen stood, wiped her chin and lips, then gave me a little kiss on the lips.

"Thanks," she said, then turned and left the office.

Thanks? I should be thanking her. No, I should be reprimanding her for what she did. But I let her, so... Again I was at a loss for words. I was never like this, but the whole episode was overwhelming. I sat down in shock, taking several minutes before I could absorb what had just taken place.

The weekend was a little difficult for me. I was feeling extremely guilty. I felt like I had taken advantage of her, though logically I knew that she had done it all with no encouragement from me. But I was her boss. A position of authority. If I wasn't feeling guilty, I was feeling afraid. What if she was really drunk and changed her mind when she sobered up? Or had second thoughts for whatever reason. Or if this was a plan to use me? She could make a lot of trouble for me. I nervously waited for Monday morning. We had to have a talk.

When Monday came, I waited in my office for her to come in. Finally she did, same time, same attitude, same "Good morning, Mr. Green." 

We had some small talk before she lept into the big issue of the day. "Mr. Green, about Friday. The party. Can we talk?"

I dreaded this. I Ieaned back on the front of my desk, as I often did. This time I really needed the support. 

It was a bit of a relief to let Karen go first. See how she felt about things before I started talking. 

"I was drinking at the party on Friday," she began. 

"Uh oh," I thought. "Here it comes. I took advantage of her. Damn!"

"But I wasn't drunk," she continued as she stepped closer to me. "Actually I didn't have very much at all."

I was confused. That's not what I expected.

Karen was standing close now. "I hope you are okay with what happened. Maybe even enjoyed it a little?" she added, looking up in what seemed to me to be a sexy way.

She had completely surprised me again. What should I say now? The main thing was not to upset her. Make her happy.

"No, I'm fine. I mean, it was good." Not exactly what I wanted to say.

But it seemed to be good for her. "Oh, good. I wouldn't want anything to be strange between us."

"No, no," I said nervously. "Me neither."

"Then you're okay with what we did?" she asked, placing her hand on my chest and looking up out of her partially closed eyes.

"Well, yes," I said, still trying not commit myself. I loved the sex, but was uneasy with the boss/employe dynamic. "I mean, if you're okay..."

"Me?" she said. "Yes, I'm very good. I enjoyed myself immensely." Her hand ran down from my chest to my abdomen as she spoke.

My mind thought of the intense orgasm. She said she enjoyed herself? "I had a great time!"

"I'm so glad to hear that," she said.

My mind knew I should say something about her hand sliding down over my stomach, but the only thought I could really form was how happy I was that I have kept working out. Nice abs, hard stomach...

"Uhhh!" I was surprised to feel her palm pressing hard against my erection. I'm not sure when it got hard, but it certainly was. And while she pressed on it her fingers were undoing my belt. Her other hand helped on unfastening and unzipping my pants, and before I realized it my pants and shorts were on the floor. My hard cock was drooling in her hand.

"Well, hello, Lover," she said to my cock just before the head disappeared into her mouth.

I had never met a girl who was as fast at getting a dick into her mouth, but she felt even better. Her mouth and tongue made love to my dick, and her hand squeezed and pumped the shaft. Her other hand was cupping and squeezing my balls, while those fingers were tickling the skin behind my balls. I suddenly could not think at all. I was overcome with sensations. 

Her hands went around me and gripped my ass hard, pulling me into her even further. I felt my cock slip into her throat and her finger slip into my asshole. I was gone. I yelped as my orgasm hit suddenly and I sprayed my cum deep into her. She swallowed every drop of it and licked it clean even before she let it out of her mouth.

I was leaning against my desk, as I had been the whole time. I seemed unable to move. Karen stood up, looked at me proudly, gave me a small kiss on the lips, and I never moved. Stunned. She took my limp dick and wiped off some moisture with her hands, then pushed it back inside my pants. As she pulled my zipper up she said. "Are you all right, Mr. Green?"

"Yes, yes," I said, without realizing it. then I finally regained my senses. I looked at her smiling, innocent face, so pleased with herself, and said, "Yes, I am," this time conciously speaking." I am fine. Great. But what in hell..." My voice trailed off as I found my chair and fell into it.

"Mr. Green, I... I don't mean to overstep my boundaries..."

She seemed suddenly nervous, not like the totally-in-control woman the last two times we met. 

Then she gathered herself. "I was a little drunk at the party, but I didn't do anything I didn't want to. This morning I wanted to show you that. Prove that to you. In case you thought that you took advantage of me, or I didn't want to, or..."

She was starting to get too excited again. "Calm down, Karen. It's okay."

Before I could say anything else she began talking again. "Mr. Green, you are an attractive man, and I know sometimes that you notice me. My body."

I began to get nervous again as she continued. "Nothing bad, just normal. But I know sometimes there are office affairs, a boss and his assistant, for example. Anyway, in case you had thoughts like that, I want you to know that I wouldn't take it as sexual harassment."

"Our workshops." I began, referring to meetings on that topic.

Karen looked at me determinedly. "Those are for unwanted sexual advances."

"So you're saying that you want to?" I asked.

She looked surprised and confused for a moment. "No. sir, I'm not saying I want to have sex. Exactly. I mean, I'm not asking. Just that I thought you might be attracted to me, and if you were, you shouldn't worry that I would complain."

"Okay, I think that makes things pretty clear," I said.

Karen now looked scared. "Oh, I'm sorry. I said too much. Oh, and I certainly did too much. I am sorry, sir, if I offended you..."

This time I interrupted her. "No, Karen, you haven't done anything wrong. In fact you did things very well," I said with a look that tried to convey sexual pleasure. It probably didn't. "I feel fine about everything. You have no worries. How about we have lunch here. We can take a few hours to both calm down and be less nervous by then. Okay?"

We sometimes have lunch in my office. A working lunch, when needed. Perfectly normal, except today we wouldn't be working.

I didn't know about Karen, but my mind was a blur all morning. I got some work done, but my mind kept focusing on Karen. Her blow jobs, mostly, but also where do we go from here. What did she want? I felt so good that I had thought to record her when she came in this morning. For my own protection. Though now when I listened to it, it seemed more like a sex tape. But at least it showed she was willing. Really willing.

About noon she came in carrying lunch. Efficient as ever. But instead of eating we sat on the couch. We sat close, more casual and intimate.

I actually took her hand, looking into her eyes, and said, "So if I gave in to my attraction to you, you wouldn't object?"

"Oh, no, sir," she answered. I could hear a touch of excitement in her voice. "No objection at all."

"I don't believe you have a boyfriend." It was a statement, but really a question.

"No, sir. But I'm not looking for a boyfriend. I mean, well, we sometimes work long hours..."

"So how would this work, if we can be perfectly honest?" I asked. "Are you hoping for sex? A commitment? ..."

It was her turn to cut me off. "Not a commitment, sir. I'm not looking for anything, or expecting anything. It's just whatever you want. Sir."

That last word seemed purposely to be said all by itself. It was then that I realized she had been calling me 'Sir' a lot today. She didn't usually call me that very often. Was she trying to submit to me? 

"I've had two blowjobs from you."

"Yes, sir," she said, not reacting to the word.

"And if I wanted you to do something else?"

She smiled. "What would that be, sir?"

"What if I said something strange? Something unusual? Like, 'Take off your panties.'"

I didn't know why I said that, and I didn't stop to think what kind of reaction to expect from Karen. But before I could think of what might happen, she had stood up and reached under her skirt. In just a moment she was pulling her panties off her legs.

"Would you like these. sir?" she asked.

"What I would like is some relief for this sudden pressure in my pants!"

I had meant this mostly as a joke, as I was actually getting a sudden pressure in my pants. But she was quick to help out, as she reached to my pants and unfastened them. She managed to get my erection out of my pants, and as she stroked it asked, "Is this better?"

I just moaned, and reached over, running my hand up her leg, under her skirt, brushing against her bare pussy lips. She moaned now, and her legs spread giving me more room. I slipped a finger into her split, which was not only hairless but surprisingly moist. As my finger slipped in her hole she rose up, moaning, pushing herself into me.

Somehow she ended up spread over my lap, one leg on each side of me. I withdrew my fingers from her pussy and lowered her down to my erection. I pushed my dick up into her as she lowered herself onto me. Soon our groins were grinding together, then I was bouncing her up and down. We were both moaning as my cock began expanding even more. I burst open, spraying my cum into her. Just a moment later her pussy began spasming and her body shook. When we both finished she collapsed on top of me. 

"Is that what you had in mind, sir," she asked when she regained her breath.

"No, actually, not at all," I answered. "IN fact it was quite a surprise. But it certainly was wonderful."

We didn't have much more time to talk. At the end of the day, I asked if she was okay with the day.

"Yes, sir," she said with a smirk. "Best ever."

The next morning she had that same smirk on her face, After getting the day planned out, I suggested another lunch in my office.

"Yes, sir," she said.

"And don't bother with bringing lunch this time," I said.

"Yes, sir," she said, her smirk showing again.

When she arrived for 'lunch', I motioned her over to my desk. As she stood there in front of it I asked for her panties.

"Yes, sir," she answered. "I'll go get them from my purse."

It took a moment for that to sink in. "You're not wearing any?"

"I thought I wouldn't have any use for them," she said.

My dick had been a little stiff just thinking about 'lunch', but now it was getting hard. What do I do now? 

"Would you get me a pencil?"

"From your desk drawer?" she asked, her eyes motioning to my center drawer, on the other side of the desk.

"Yes," I said.

"Shall I reach it from here?"

"Please."

She had to basically lay her upper body fully on the desk, as I had thought. As she did, her breasts smashed against it and pushed out, bulging nearly out of her clothes. She reached out awkwardly and pulled the drawer open, found a pen, and reached it up toward me. I had asked for a pencil, but neither of us cared.

"Thank you," I said. "You can just stay there."

"Yes, sir," she said, getting comfortable stretched across the desk.

I walked around behind her, her feet on the floor and her ass nicely presented. I brushed the back of her thigh as she lay there, and she didn't move. I did hear her breathe heavily, though. My hand roamed up to the outside of her hip with the same reaction. When I let it slide down over the cheek of her ass she let out a slight whimper.

"Do you like that?"

"Yes, sir," she said.

I reached down and began bunching up her skirt, raising it higher with no objection until i just reached down and pulled it up, laying it over her back. She did indeed leave her panties somewhere. I pushed her legs slightly which caused her to spread them. I now had a beautiful view of her ass and her pussy peeking out from under.

I slid my hand over her round globes and in between her cheeks. I kept going to her ass hole, then her slit, causing a long moan to escape her. My finger worked in her wet slit until I found her hole. It slipped in easily, and she moaned louder. I began working it in and out to more moaning. When I found her rough spot she squealed. I kept working it as she whimpered and squealed more, moving her hips against the desk, until she finally was hit with a strong orgasm, yelping as it hit. 

While she was shaking I let my dick out of pants. I slid it into the same crack my fingers had found, and after a few trips back and forth I settled the head at her entrance. Her body was pushing back, as if to force my cock into her. I didn't hesitate long to help her by pushing my cock deep inside her, most of it plunging in on the first push. She gasped at the intrusion, then pushed back against me as I plunged deep inside her over and over. She had driven me crazy mentally and physically, and I let it all out as I drove my hips hard against her, driving my cock deep.

Karen held on the edge of the desk, her fingers gripping the side as her hips were shoved repeatedly against the other side. I reached underneath and found her hardened clit. Sensitive from her last orgasm, she went crazy from her clit stimulation and my cock driving deep inside her, plunging over and over. I couldn't hold on much longer when I felt her pussy tighten. Her pussy was working my cock, squeezing it, when she burst out, yelling, her body shaking.




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That was too much for me, and I blew my load, coating her pussy with my juices. I spurted several times, and was done while Karen was still dealing with her convulsions. I stayed in her as she calmed down until cum was leaking out around my shrinking cock and it fell out of her. 

I went to the bathroom to get a cloth and wiped off her pussy a little before she came to life enough to do it herself. She wobbled over to the couch and sat, holding the cloth between her legs.

She smiled at me and I asked if she was okay. 

"Perfect, sir," she answered.

I knew that I was going to love this job!



An Office Affair



Author's note:

This is a short story I've been working on for some time. Unlike the 'James' series it's fiction but with doses of reality. I hope you enjoy it. Again, I want to thank my man Pete for his superb editing job.

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Taylor pressed her security badge against the electronic panel. She heard the lock click and opened the door into the law firm where she worked.

It was just a little past six in the morning and as usual, she was the first one at work. She walked down the short hallway and entered her office. She frowned, noticing that the huge stacks of papers on her desk hadn't magically gotten any smaller since she had left them the night before. Has my life come to this? she thought silently.

She had her morning routine down. Get up early, fix a quick breakfast for herself and her husband, drive to the gym and get her morning workout in, and then be at the office no later than six so she could get her small team of paralegals' work lined out for the day. Just like clockwork she thought, four mundane years of tedious clockwork.

She criticized herself for letting those negative thoughts enter her mind. She had it all, right? She had a beautiful house, a stylish car, a husband who doted on her and loved her and an amazing career in a small law firm where she was on track to be offered a partnership before she was forty. Outwardly, she was the envy of all her friends, and she had it all. Inwardly, the truth felt much different to her.

She was a couple of months shy of her thirtieth birthday and her privileged life that she had spent so many years in college preparing for felt like a prison. She had been such a free spirit from high school through college. She had been a cheerleader in both and a point guard on her high school basketball team. She was an honor student, graduating in the top five percent of her college class and she was immediately accepted into law school once she had her degree.

The things she loved, she pursued with a reckless abandon, and the same was true when it came to sex. In high school and college she had a voracious appetite for carnal pleasures, loving the touch of a man or a woman with equal passion. Amazingly, in high school, she had the reputation of goodie-two-shoes priss, when the truth was actually quite the opposite. In college, her blonde hair, blue eyes, small athletic frame, curvy round breasts and bottom, made her the envy of many women on campus and stoked the lustful desires of all the men.

As she reflected, she felt that the marital relations with her husband had fallen into a stale rut. While their sex life couldn't be described as horrible, it was routine, mundane and passionless. She had endlessly tried to spice things up in their bedroom, in a vain attempts to get their sex life off life support. Taylor had tried toys, lingerie and even erotic literature. She had even made the bold move of suggesting they invite a man, woman, or even a couple to share their bed, but her husband would have none of it. The routine and the mundane appeared to be fine with him and instead of starting a fight and damaging their marriage, he had instead worn her down. With a great deal of sadness, she accepted this unemotional, detached sex as the new 'normal' for their marriage.

As she began to complete her work and prepare for the meetings she would have to attend that day, with anticipation she looked at her watch. It was almost eight, only minutes away from the favorite part of her day, the part she had looked forward to since this time for the last few weeks.

She looked up and saw them walking in, the paralegals. The first group was always the girls. There were a couple of pretty ones in there that from time to time she liked to admire, but the real show would start any second. She clicked the tip of her heel against the floor, waiting... eagerly...There he was.

In the middle of the small pack of guys was Ray, the tall, young, African American man that had instantly caught her eye the day he was hired several months ago. Like the rest of them, he wore suit pants or Dockers with a dress shirt and tie, but none of them filled out the front of their trousers like him.

Taylor bit her lip, watching out of the corner of her eye, while he casually laughed and joked with his friends as they strolled to their work area past her office. She speculated that he had to be at least 6'2", much taller than her 5'4" frame. He had a bright smile and kind, gentle eyes. Once he had even worn a short sleeve dress shirt and she was surprised to see the bulge of his biceps. He had to be very well muscled she speculated, even though she had nothing concrete to base that on.

She watched as the small group migrated over to their cubicles, the object of her desire disappearing from sight. Her mind flashed back a decade to her undergrad years, when she lived in the dorm and had a torrid two month fling with a young black student who also lived there. She loved going back to those memories and reliving them in her mind.

She had never contemplated being with a black man until she met him. She remembered how he brazenly sat next to her in her marketing class, talking endlessly about his size, his sexual prowess, and the pleasure he promised he'd give her if she would only agree to give him one night, one chance.

That young man was such a thug. He could barely speak a word of proper English, and how he even managed to get into college was beyond her. He only cared about being a rapper, smoking pot, and bedding as many white girls as he could. He was arrogant, impudent, and insolent and at first, she couldn't stand to be around him. However, over the course of the semester, he slowly began to wear her down and all of his boisterous bragging had aroused her curiosity about being with a black man. At the end of the semester she finally agreed to give him that one night, and that one night turned into a three day long weekend sex marathon.

Everything he promised had been true: his size, his sexual prowess and his dominance over her resulted in countless mind blowing orgasms over the course of those two torrid months.

In the end, their tryst, built solely on sex, didn't last and once he tired of her, he moved on to the next hot blonde girl. Against her better judgment, she had allowed herself to develop some feelings for him, even though she knew that he never really was relationship material. In the end, she just wrote off the experience as the hottest sex she had ever had and vividly remembered it now, as she thought of Ray.

A week after Ray had been hired she made some excuse to the HR department to check out his file. Under the auspices of reviewing the new hire's qualifications as a potential candidate for her team, she quickly scanned over his personal information. Ray was 19 and lived in a middle class neighborhood in Henderson. He was a student athlete and graduated with a very high GPA from Green Valley High School. She knew that he went to a paralegal school in Las Vegas, because for whatever reason, her law firm only hired from that school. She noted, also, that he had graduated at the top of his class.

The next day, she was upset to learn that the managing partner had decided that Ray was to be placed on Brad's team, one of her colleagues, another attorney. It was probably for the best she thought. She didn't need sexual tension on her team, or an excuse to do something stupid like ruin her career by engaging in any type of sexual misconduct with a subordinate. If Ray was kept away from her, then he couldn't tempt her. It was all for the best.

It was nearly ten o'clock and Taylor had just come back from a meeting with one of the partners. She had already started back to work when there was a light tap on her open door. She looked up, it was Ray. Instantly, her heart skipped a beat as she looked at his handsome face.

"Ms. Jennings, I hate to bother you, but may I ask you a question on this case I'm preparing?"

At least once, sometimes twice a week, Ray made an excuse to come to her office and ask her questions about something that he should have been asking his boss Brad.

Taylor knew that the proper thing to do was send him away and have him consult with Brad, it was his client after all. However, she never did this. Being around this young man was intoxicating and even though she had to act annoyed, she secretly loved spending time with him, even if it was only a minute or two at a time. Aside from him walking in the door in the morning, or a chance passing glance when they walked by each other in the hall, it was her favorite time of the week.

"I'm pretty busy with this deposition, why aren't you asking Brad?" she said in her best faux- aggrieved voice.

"He's in a meeting with some clients and I'm supposed to have this paperwork completed by noon. It would mean a lot if you could assist me," he said, apologetically.

She knew this was just an excuse. He could ask five other people on his team for help she thought, but instead, he always found some reason to justify asking her.

"Pull up a chair and show me what you need help with," she said, in her best annoyed voice.

He was only two feet from her and she could barely think as he showed her some numbers to some pointless something that he was working on. As he looked down at the stack of papers he'd brought with him, she looked over his smooth black skin, that manly protruding chin, and she could smell that light scent of cologne, that would linger in her office for hours after he was gone, reminding her of him. She could feel her thong becoming moist under her skirt, and she knew she'd have to make a trip to a bathroom stall during her lunch, to relieve herself of this sexual tension he created in her.

She cleared her mind of this intoxicating presence in front of her and answered his questions with a few simple sentences. The ethical thing to do would be to speak to Brad about him. She was paid far too much to waste her time with Ray on such trivial questions that his teammates could easily answer. However, she knew she would never get him into trouble with his boss.

She was certain it was all an act anyway. Ray was smart, the smartest paralegal that Taylor had seen since she had begun working at the firm. He knew the answers to the questions that he was asking her. It was all just an excuse to come to her office, to get near her, to talk to her.

Ray thanked her for her help and made small talk about the weather for a few seconds before leaving her office. She took a deep breath once he was gone. It always took her several minutes to clear her mind after he had left so she could return to her work.

Since he had begun working at the firm, Taylor wasn't the only one who took opportunities to make inappropriate glances. She had caught him sneaking peeks a number of times, as he checked out her legs and bottom. She had also noticed that when he thought she wasn't looking, he'd sneak gazes at her breasts.. She even knew which skirts and blouses he liked best, and made a conscious effort to purchase the clothes that he seemed to like, and wear them as often as possible.

So many times she thought of throwing caution to the wind and coming onto him. She knew he'd be receptive, but there was so much to risk. In their haughty legal working environment, accusations of sexual harassment, substantiated or not, could damage her career. At the very least, it would ruin her chance of being offered a partnership.

She shuddered to think what would happen if she gave into her lustful feelings towards him and then he told one of his co-workers. He was only nineteen after all and could she trust him to keep a confidence of that magnitude? And what of her husband? She wasn't entirely certain that he wouldn't leave her if he discovered that she had a liaison with this young man. It was just too much to risk she reasoned. She could admire him from afar, but she could never let it go beyond that, it just wasn't worth it.

That Friday, Taylor was working late in her office. She had a presentation for a prospective client on Monday and it would be a major accomplishment if she could get them to agree to be represented by her firm. This was the kind of presentation that, if it went well, could help cement her future partnership.

She looked down at her watch, God, it was seven o'clock already and her co-workers had left the building a couple of hours ago to begin the weekend. She had been at work for thirteen hours and she still had to language from two different documents, which would take a couple of hours more. She was mentally exhausted and decided to take the reports home and finish up over the weekend. Her husband was in Arizona spending the weekend golfing with his friends at some tournament and she dreaded going back to that big empty house by herself. However, she knew staying in the office any longer was pointless.

Carrying her full briefcase, she walked out of the automatic doors toward the covered parking section of the lot that was reserved for attorneys. She gasped as she approached her car.

"Fuck," she muttered, under her breath, as she examined the flat tire on her car.

The perfect end to a long, miserable day. She dreaded the thought of calling roadside assistance. It had taken them over two hours to help her when she accidently left her lights on and ran down her battery a year ago.

Is there any way she could change the tire herself, she wondered. No, it was impossible. Not in this skirt and white top. Grudgingly, she pulled her phone from her pocket and began to dial.

"Can I help you with that?" a deep voice behind her asked.

She whirled around and saw that Ray was approaching her.

"What are you still doing here?" she asked quizzically.

"You're not the only one who works late in the hopes of getting a promotion," he said, smiling.

She couldn't help but notice his perfect white teeth amidst that playful, youthful grin. Just being in his presence was enough to almost make her swoon. She cursed herself for thinking like a pre-pubescent schoolgirl and quickly pulled herself together.

"That's not necessary, I have roadside and I'm calling them now," she said, in a serious tone.

Ray decided to back off. She was a boss. Not his boss, but a boss nonetheless, and she seemed serious about not wanting his help, so he figured it wasn't a good idea to push it.

"I understand," he said solemnly.

She observed the wounded look in his eyes and off-handedly dismissed it as she continued to call roadside assistance.

Now further irritated, she was immediately put on hold, not a good sign. After several minutes, she finally was able to speak to a representative who told her it was going to be at least a two and a half hour wait until a tow truck would arrive.

She looked thoughtfully into Ray's eyes and she disconnected the call. He seemed so eager to help her, maybe it would be ok to let him, she reasoned, her logical thought process taking over.

"If you'd be willing to help me change the tire Ray, I'd really appreciate it," she said softly.

His eyes lit up as he removed his suit coat and loosened his tie. He was wearing a short sleeved dress shirt and she immediately again noticed his well-muscled arms that, up until now, she was only able to sneak glances at from a distance.

They laughed and joked as he removed the spare tire from the trunk and began using the jack to elevate the front quarter of the car. His jovial nature was beginning to put her at ease as they discussed office politics and cachinnated at some of the firm's more interesting clientele. She marveled at his intelligence and quick mind. This young man needed to be in college and then law school she thought, as she mentally reminded herself to make sure he knew about the firm's many scholarship opportunities that he should be taking advantage of.

As he was tightening the last lug nut, she winced at the thought of going home to that large, cold, empty house and microwaving some cardboard tasting entrée from the freezer. How long had it been since she'd been out on a Friday night? It had been so long she couldn't remember.

She quickly dismissed the thought. Take a subordinate to dinner? Was that even ethical? Then her mind wandered to the times when she took her team of paralegals to lunch to reward them. This would be something similar to that, right? Ray did change her tire after all. She did owe him something she reasoned, trying to justify the idea to herself.

"All done," he said, as he stood up and faced her.

She took a moment to look at him, it was just dinner she thought, not a big deal really.

"Thank you so much for your help Ray. I was wondering, ummmm... would you be interested in getting something to eat with me?"

He gave her an astonished look; he obviously didn't see that coming.

"I'd like that," he said appreciatively.

"Hop in then," she said playfully.

After putting the flat tire and the rest of the tools in the trunk of her car, they sped off towards 'The District' at Green Valley Ranch which was only a couple of miles from their law firm.

'The District' was a small assortment of high end shops, boutiques and restaurants next to Green Valley Ranch hotel and casino. Taylor often went shopping there with her friends for clothes and she, as well as other lawyers at the firm, had frequently taken important clients to lunch at the many high-end restaurants located there.

She pulled up in front of her favorite restaurant, a small, quaint Parisian themed café. As they stepped out of her car and walked the half-dozen steps to the door, Ray wrapped his hand gently around her upper arm for a couple of seconds before he was forced to remove it, so he could open the door for her. The bold move, while subtle, sent a chill through her body as his large hand made contact with the small of her back for several seconds as they waited for the hostess. She thought of giving him a cold stare which might dissuade him from making further physical contact with her, but she couldn't find it within herself to do so. Her husband had long stopped touching her, or even holding her hand, on the rare occasions when they would go out together. Even though she kept reminding herself this was just a simple dinner between co-workers, his brief touch made her long for so much more.

The hostess sat them at a banquet table in a corner of the restaurant. Ray had chosen to sit beside her, instead of across from her, which added to the sexual tension she was feeling due to his close proximity. After her long, stressful day she could really use a glass of wine, but then thought better of it when she remembered Ray's age.

They decided on ice tea and a seafood appetizer of mussels, crab cakes, and Cajun style shrimp picante. Taylor's initial nervousness was put at ease by Ray's jovial, easy-going nature. She listened intently as he talked about his love of sports and his family that he loved to visit, but still missed, as he adjusted to living on his own in his new apartment. He reminded her so much of herself a decade ago when she moved out of her parents' house to start her life.

She remembered having all those same types of feelings that he so eloquently described when she first started to make her way in the world. It felt like a lifetime ago, at a time before she felt so encumbered by the stresses of her marriage, career, mortgage, and car payments. What would it be like to be nineteen, to live that carefree life again, even if only for a weekend? She quickly put that dangerous thought out of her mind.

As Ray opened up to her about his personal life, Taylor got caught up in the moment.

"So, are you seeing anyone?" She asked hesitantly, trying to gauge his reaction.

He smiled slightly at her question.




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"I had a girlfriend that I was seeing for about a year, but I ended it a couple months ago."

Her eyes widened at his admission, "May I ask why?"

"She started to get very attached to me and I wanted more freedom," he said honestly. "You know how those white girls can get," he added.

Taylor could feel herself blushing as she remembered back to her college days and the torrid two months she spent with her black lover. Had she acted like that, attached and possessive?, she wondered.

They both took a moment to take a sip of their ice tea until Ray's voice broke the silence.

"What does your husband think of you working such late hours on a Friday evening?" he asked boldly.

Taylor squirmed a bit in her seat at his inquiry, but she was the one who broached the subject of significant others, so she felt it was only right to answer his question.

"He knows my career is important to me, but sometimes he does get upset when I work late," she said hesitantly before continuing. "However, he's out of town this weekend so I guess he wouldn't have much to say about it this evening," she said, smiling.

Ray looked deep into her eyes, and was about to make another comment concerning her husband, when the waitress interrupted the conversation by approaching the table with their food.

She had ordered the blackened Atlantic salmon and he decided on the Lake Superior whitefish. While they ate their delicious meals, they tacitly agreed not to talk about anything work related, instead concentrating their conversation on hobbies and interests as they learned more about each other. He was so easy to talk to, and he put her at ease so quickly. They had never had this type of conversation before this evening and it was so refreshing to listen to him speak about the music he liked, his dream car that he wanted to someday own, and his future goals and plans.

Once they had finished their entrées, Ray gently coaxed her into sharing a dessert with him. After looking over the menu, they decided on a decadent hot-fudge brownie Sundae. Taylor was so health-conscious that she rarely, if ever, ate any type of sweets. However, it felt like a magical, special evening and she couldn't find a way to say no to his genial insistence.

When their server brought the delectable dessert, and set it between them, they both hesitantly took their spoons and cautiously dipped it into the chocolate covered ice cream. After they had each taken a couple of bites, Ray scooped another small portion of ice cream with his spoon and slowly held it up to Taylor's mouth. It was as if sexual electricity was passing between them as she gradually and deliberately leaned forward and ate the ice cream off his spoon.

This simple act was tantamount to opening a hedonistic floodgate of sexual desire within Taylor and Ray. He gently placed his hand on her stocking clad thigh and leaned forward until their mouths met in a hot, passionate kiss. Sexual electricity passed between them as their tongues gently played with each other.

As they broke their erotic, concupiscent embrace, Taylor's hazy, lust filled mind came to a decision. She wasn't going to deny herself the pleasure that she knew this young man would bring her, consequences be damned.

She looked intently into Ray's eyes, "Do you have plans this evening? she said in a voice barely above a whisper.

"I don't have any plans," he said huskily.

She hesitated for a moment, but it was too late, she had made her decision, and she was all in.

"Would you be interested in getting a room with me?"

"I've wanted to fuck you from the moment I saw you Taylor," he said boldly.

Her heart skipped a beat at that brazen remark and she felt a current pass between her thighs that she hadn't felt in years.

They left the rest of the dessert on the table as she quickly paid the check. She couldn't remember the last time she had wanted anyone this much and it was difficult for her mind to form coherent thoughts.

The short, five minute drive to the Green Valley Ranch Hotel and Casino, passed like some epicurean blur. She faintly remembered his hands on her blouse; between her legs, his mouth licking, kissing her neck, her mind disoriented in a dazed, lust-filled fog. It took everything in her power to push him away so she could get the room.

Several minutes later she withdrew the key card from the lock, hearing the small motor retract the deadbolt. While still in the hallway, Ray had her pushed up against the door, pressing his erection into the cheeks of her ass. Simultaneously, his hands pulled the tucked-in white blouse out of her skirt.

Taylor managed to get the door open so they could enter the room before another guest could witness their carnal display in the hall. Fervidly, he pushed her face down onto the bed and then collapsed on top of her. With his weight on her, she struggled to remove her blouse while he flipped her skirt up causing it to rest on her back.

She moaned as his mouth found the hypersensitive region on the nape of her neck while his capacious hands tore the stockings and thong from her body. Taylor wantonly opened her legs as she felt Ray's fingers slide down the curve of her ass, and then lower to the sodden cleft between her legs.

Ray listened to Taylor's shallow breathing as he forcefully pushed two fingers inside her pussy hearing her piercingly groan in pleasure. She clutched the bedspread with both hands as he moved his fingers in and out of her until she became delirious with an all consuming lasciviousness that she knew only a fuck could assuage.

"Do you know how long I've wanted to fuck this tight, white, married pussy?" he said, while sucking on her earlobe.

His words sent her over the edge and made her shake uncontrollably in orgasm with his fingers buried inside of her.

When she regained her senses, she felt him between her legs, his tongue exploring the folds of her vagina. She gasped as the tip of his tongue swirled over her clitoris with a reckless abandon.

It had been years since her husband had gone down on her, and God, he had never eaten her pussy like this, God, not this good.

Ray suddenly withdrew his tongue from her vulva.

"Tell me what you want Taylor?" he said in a mock-gruff, sensuous tone.

"Oh God no, Ray, please don't stop," she begged, as her second orgasm had almost overtaken her before his talented tongue had retreated from her sopping vagina.

"Tell me what you want, Taylor," he said, as he rubbed his large hands over her small, tight ass cheeks.

Oh God, she thought, her cloudy mind trying to focus amidst his sensual touch and talented tongue. He was way too good of a lover to be only nineteen.

"I want your cock Ray," she said, in a low, guttural tone.

"You had better be more specific," he said teasingly, gently inserting his long index finger inside of her.

The sensation of being penetrated by his finger caused her mind to lose focus again. She found it so hard to think or form a coherent thought, much less speak, with his hands playing with her body like this.

"I want your big black cock," she said, in a voice barely above a whisper.

Her words shocked her, but her lust filled mind wasn't thinking anymore in terms of politically correct speech. She only wanted to feel him inside of her, and she'd say whatever she thought he wanted to hear to make that happen.

"Are you sure that's what you want? I don't know if you deserve me just quite yet," he said teasingly.

Taylor used all of her mental facilities in an attempt to focus her lust filled mind. God, he was driving her crazy.

"Please Ray," she said, sensually, "please put your black cock inside of my married white cunt."

Ray smiled wickedly as he looked into Taylor's concupiscent, begging eyes. He didn't realize that he'd love teasing her so much. But this hot, erotic foreplay was stoking his need for this beautiful woman.

He stood at the edge of the bed and slowly, methodically, began removing his clothes. She was his, and there was no reason to hurry now, and he loved that anticipating, lustful look in her eyes.

Taylor flipped over onto her back, making it easier to see him undress. She drank in that dark skin; those washboard abs, the long, black, muscled limbs. He was more, much more, than she had ever envisioned in her lewd, dark fantasies.

Her jaw dropped open as he slowly pulled down his boxers exposing a large, thick black cock. Just the size of it mesmerized her, the large bulbous head looked to be the size of a small apple, dripping pre cum. She was certain she hadn't seen anything that big before, not even her former black lover in college.

Maybe in a porn movie, she thought, at one of those interracial porno sites that she watched when her husband wasn't home. However, watching sex on a computer monitor never felt real. She knew there was a camera, a script, and actors who were being paid. But him here, standing in front of her; with that cock, God, this was shockingly real.

He looked down, into her eyes, and saw what she was looking at.

"What do you want Taylor?" he said, as he ran his hand down that long, smooth shaft.

He was going to make her say it again. He loved the way she looked at him with those lust filled eyes and hearing those sensual words come out of her pretty little mouth. Well, that was pure heaven.

"I want that big cock in my mouth. My married, white mouth" she said meekly.

"Come here and get what you want then."

Taylor immediately slid from the bed and got on her knees in front of him.

She took his shaft in both hands and struggled to open her mouth wide enough to accommodate the large head. Ray groaned as she extended her tongue, running it over the slit in the head of his penis, collecting his pre-cum. Taking the head into her mouth, she swirled her tongue over it, working it as far back as she could.

Taylor always loved giving head, but he was just so big, and it had been so long since she had a man in her mouth. She decided to concentrate on the head. She opened her mouth wide and sucked on the head while swirling her tongue over it in quick, rapid motions.

He groaned as her talented mouth fellated him. She had always acted so prim and proper. He had thought of her as some collegiate, entitled girl priss, but he was quickly discovering another side of her. There was a wanton, slutty side to this women that he didn't even know existed.

As much as she loved having this young man in her mouth, her evident lack of practice began to show, and after several minutes, her jaw started to ache.

"It's been awhile since you sucked one this big, hasn't it?"

She blushed as she listened to the not so subtle jab at her husband.

Taylor wanted so much to please him, but she just needed a bit more time to adjust to his size and get some of her fellatio skills back.

Ray could see that she was having difficulty with the girth of his member and didn't want to ruin the moment by watching her struggle.

"Put your arms down Taylor, let me help you," he said gently.

Ray rotated his hips, moving himself slowly in and out of her. After a few easy thrusts, he soon discovered how deep he could go before the head of his cock reached the back of her throat which triggered her gag reflex. He took her long blonde hair in his hands as he pushed himself in and out of her.

Taylor's eyes began to water slightly as he moved himself in and out of her hot, wet orifice. She had her hands on his muscular thighs to steady herself and she kept her mouth closed tightly around his shaft until she started to feel him tense up. Oh God, it had been so long since she had taken a man this way, and even longer since one ejaculated there. Soon, saliva began dripping out of her mouth, down the underside of his cock, and then onto the floor.

God, she felt so good to him. Even though he was fucking her mouth more than she was giving him head, it still felt exquisite. Seeing that long, flowing blonde hair and soft, white skin around his black cock, the color contrast alone was enough to make him start to lose it.

Feeling his impending orgasm, Ray pulled out to calm himself down. He had dreamed of this moment, this fantasy, for months, and God, it was finally, amazingly, coming true. She was the fuck of a lifetime; a beautiful, blonde, lawyer. The first time he came in her sure as hell wasn't going to be in her mouth.

"Get back up on the bed," he said smoothly.

He took her arms, and helped her up off of her knees and onto her feet.

She thought of trying an exotic position, like him behind her, or her riding him. Instead, she decided for the their first time, simple was best.

She gracefully slid onto the bed and then onto her back, opening her legs invitingly for him.

He looked down at her and took a moment to linger and study the perfection that was laying in front of him. He marveled at her long, blonde hair cascading down around her shoulders. His gaze lingered at her full breasts swaying gently as she breathed, topped with those sexy pink nipples. She had a taut, tight, stomach that expanded into full, round hips and bottom.

But between her legs, God. That was the culmination of what he believed to be the most perfect body he had ever seen. Above her vulva, was a light thatch of very light brownish-blonde pubic hair and her vagina had small outer lips that concealed the tiny, inner pink ones and they were leaking her secretions onto her inner thighs. He knew, she was more than ready for him.

He slid onto the bed with her and positioned himself between her legs. Taking his cock in his hand, he rubbed the head up and down the length of her slit, splitting the lips of her vagina. She was so wet, his head was immediately shiny with her juices. He asked, "condom?"

"No. Pill. Stay bare. I want your black cock bare," she gasped as he put the head at her aperture, and then gently, and slowly, began working himself inside of her. She felt her body open and expand around him as he kept pushing gradually, methodically, giving her time to adjust to his size and girth.

God, he felt so big. Her husband was average, at best. But Ray, this was something different, something exquisite. She instinctively put her hands on his chest, as a silent gesture for him to continue proceeding gradually, to allow her body to accommodate his size.

Taylor continued to moan and pant as Ray worked his way inside of her. Finally, after several minutes, he had fully impaled her. He looked down and gave her a few moments to get used to his bulk. He marveled at the color contrast of her tanned white skin compared to his dark, ebony flesh. The divergence in the color of their skin tone was truly mesmerizing to him.

He looked down at her and their eyes met. She gave him a silent, gentle nod and instantly gasped as he started to slowly move himself in and out of her. Taylor wrapped her arms around Ray's broad shoulders as he eased himself almost all the way out, and then gently worked himself back in. She closed her eyes, the intense pleasure sweeping over her. It felt like every one of her nerve endings was on fire as he moved his body over hers.

Gradually, he picked up the pace and she could feel her body adjust to him. Aided by the wet swelter between her legs, he was able to establish a smooth easy rhythm as he rocked himself in and out of her.

Seeing that she was becoming more comfortable, he progressively picked up the pace. The sweat of their bodies was melding together as they moved as one, in perfect unison. God, she was so tight. He marveled how her pussy felt like a smooth velvet glove that sheathed his cock perfectly. How she felt, how she moved with him, how she met his thrusts... This woman was truly exquisite.

Taylor's orgasm came upon her almost without warning. Ray had such long, powerful strokes; she gasped and cried out as she pulled him down, their lips meeting in a salty, lust filled kiss. She felt his tongue enter her mouth as her orgasm racked her body and the waves washed over her.

He exhibited such amazing control considering his youthful age. Ray never stopped his smooth easy rhythm and just as Taylor was recovering from one orgasm, the next was upon her. He was so thick and the angle was just perfect. With each stroke, his girth perfectly rubbed her clit in an almost constant onslaught.

Over and over, Ray's steady tempo pushed her body to new heights until she was near exhaustion. Just when she thought she couldn't take any more, she felt him begin to tense up. Wanting to release with him, she reach down between her legs and slid her fingers over her engorged clit causing her to once again explode in orgasm. Simultaneously, she felt Ray's powerful jets of semen squirt inside of her.

It took a minute or so for the panting to subside before the couple was once again breathing normally. She could feel his member shrink inside of her and then slip out as he moved off, and then slipped behind her. She felt his cock gently rest on the cleft of her bottom as he pulled her tightly against him, causing them to romantically spoon.

Both of them collected their thoughts while listening to the other's soft breathing, until Ray broke the silence.

"What are you thinking about Ms. Jennings?" he said, teasingly.

Your big, amazing cock, she thought to herself, thankful he couldn't see her face as she blushed. Even after this torrid sex session, she still felt like a shy schoolgirl around him.

"I think when we are out of the office; it would be alright for you to call me Taylor."

"That infers we will be intimately together again, Taylor," he said, emphasizing both syllables of her name while his growing erection rubbed erotically against her bottom.

She still had so many lingering questions and doubts. How would this affect her marriage? Would this ruin her career and a chance at a partnership?

While lying comfortably and securely in his arms, she quickly put those lingering questions out of her mind. This young man had opened up a new, passion filled world for her. A world that she thought she'd never have the pleasure of experiencing again. A world that she thought would only exist in her memories. She was determined not to let fear or regret consume her actions and change the course of her life. Because of this young man, for the first time in years, she felt alive again. At that moment she resolved to never settle for a mundane, passionless existence.

"It infers exactly that Ray."



An Office Affair



I awoke to the sound of thunder—a continuous crackling and rolling. Not loud though, as it was still far off in the distance. The room was warm and very dark. There was just a bit of a breeze twisting and turning the gauzy white curtains hanging before the open windows. In the darkness I could barely see them, almost ghostlike as they shimmered in the pale light from the far off lightning. In the pause between flashes they were invisible, reappearing only with the next flash, fluttering in the light breeze. 

I pushed the sheet to the floor. It was much too warm. He had done the same on his side earlier, so now it was just a twisted heap at the foot of the bed, lost in the intense darkness. Even the baby doll nightie I had worn to bed felt oppressive in the moist heat of the night. I pulled it up and over my head, tossing it after the sheet, and lay naked on my back. Yes, a little better. 

The lightning continued to flicker, growing closer now. In the regular flashes I could see him lying naked next to me, on his back, his belly flat, and his strong legs stretched out below. He was limp, flaccid after our earlier coupling. It lay to one side, but still, even in its softened state it looked large—not menacing as it did when it was erect, but still a tool to be reckoned with. 

The thunder had not wakened him. I propped myself up on an elbow and just stared at him in the flashes of light flickering through the window. I stared for a long time as the storm slowly approached. So beautiful, I thought. 

Then there was a bright flash and a loud crash almost immediately after. I threw myself across his chest and lay there, hiding from the storm. He awakened and put his strong arms around me, holding me safe. Now the wind was whipping past the curtain, holding it nearly straight out, and there was an almost continuous flicker of lightning, not close like the bolt that had driven me into his arms, but much closer than before and accompanied by a continuous crackle and roll of thunder. 

I whimpered, and he said, "Sssh. It's only a storm and you're here with me. It's okay." 

I climbed further up him so my head was nestled in the space between his neck and shoulders, my chest lying on his and our legs tangled below. I could feel his chest rising and falling beneath me with his breathing, slow, regular, calming. 

The storm continued to crackle and rumble lighting the room like a strobe, as it moved off to the south. "Oh, I'm so glad you're here," I said. "I hate storms." 

"It's okay," he repeated. "It's gone on past us." 

I could still hear it crackling in the distance, quieter and more gently now. The curtains had returned to a gentle movement, and the lightning was now only occasionally illuminating the room. Mostly it was dark. 

He took his hands from my back and used them to pull me up, so my face was even with his. Then he kissed me. I was holding myself up, my arms and knees spread on either side of him. My long hair formed a tent around our heads as we kissed. 

The kiss was a long one, and I could feel myself becoming aroused. We had made love a few hours earlier, but my need was returning rapidly as we kissed. 

Now it was completely dark, the storm gone, like a dream that had passed in the night, but we remained, kissing passionately in the dark. I was rubbing my chest against his as we kissed. 

"You are insatiable, woman," he said. 

"I know. It's what you love about me." 

"Not the only thing." 

"Good, but now, just now, in this dark room, it's the main thing, isn't it?" As I spoke I rose higher on my hands and knees, my hair still draped around his head. "Yes, I want you . . . now!" I said. I sat up, my hips parked on his lower belly and reached behind myself until I found him. 

He was fully erect and hard. As I stroked him, I said, "Oh, it looks like I'm not the only one who is insatiable tonight." 

Now his voice had an urgency that was missing before. "Oh god, that feels good." 

"What?" I asked, knowing full well what he was talking about as I continued to stroke him. 

"What you're doing with your hand," he said. 

"I can tell. You're very hard." 

All of this was going on in the dark, total darkness—like an old fashioned photographer's darkroom. It could have been anyone I was with. But it wasn't, it was him, with his chiseled, nearly hairless chest, his deep rumbling voice, and his stubbly beard. Yes, it was him. 

He put his hands on my chest and began to caress me, and then to pinch and pull a bit—not real pain, but just enough to stimulate me. As if I wasn't aroused before, this really set me on a roller coaster. 

"I want you inside me," I said. 

"Now? So soon?" 

"Yes! Now! I need you now!" 

He pinched my nipples with both hands, and I groaned. 

I rose to my knees and pushed myself back until I was positioned above him. I reached down, my hands before me now, and used one hand to position him for entry. My other hand was leaning on his chest. Then I just slid down on him, letting him fill the void in my core. He was so big. Somehow I never remembered how he stretched me when he first entered me. Some nights he would barely be able to get it in me, and when the head first pushed its way in, it hurt, but oh, such a good hurt. Tonight it went in a little easier because we had made love just a few hours earlier, and I was still stretched from that earlier session. Still, it wasn't an easy entry. Not like some lovers I had been with. Just the head was inside me, and I felt full just from that. But I knew there was more to come, much more, and I wanted it badly. 

"Oh god, that feels so good." We both said it, not quite in harmony, but certainly over the top of each other. 

I leaned forward so my chest was lying against the bottom of his rib cage, as I pushed back with my hips, forcing him slowly into me as far as possible. I just kept pushing back until I felt him hit bottom. Then we held that position, for a long time in silence and total darkness. It was so good. I was so full I couldn't conceive of how he could make it any better. 

Of course, no one can hold that position forever. I mean forever without motion, that regular back and forth motion that leads to . . . And then there was another flash of lightning from the end of the storm, followed by a rumble of thunder a few miles away. It must have ruined his concentration, because I felt him flex inside me. Just a little motion, but such an important little motion, because I had to respond, and I did, just by flexing my muscles. Yes, those muscles, squeezing him the slightest bit. 

He responded with a quiet groan and another twitch and this time a soft upward push of his hips, not hard, mind you, but definitely there. The dance had begun and we both knew it. 

"Mmmm," I said. I raised my hips up—not much, barely half an inch, and then as I let them sink back down, I felt him push up with his hips to meet me. I also felt him swell inside me. He was so hard, like a steel rod. I hadn't thought I could get any fuller, but I was wrong. The dance had begun in earnest. 

Then we repeated . . . . . . and repeated . . . . . and repeated . . . and repeated and repeated, and repeated, until we were really going at it. My upper body was erect now, no longer pressed against his ribs and my tits were swinging wildly, my hair doing the same. 

"I'm not going to last long," I said. 

"Me neither. I'm getting close." 

Now the dance, which had started as a slow Latin Rumba, was a wild Dionysian African tribal dance, both of us working hard on the other. But we were still in synch. Me up and out and then down, with him rising to meet me, to fill me, to stretch me, always farther than I thought possible. 

He had both hands on my hips now, and I was using my hands to rub my tits and pinch, as we continued to pump in and out of each other. My voice, my inner voice, a voice I never use except in this one situation, was garrulous and urgent, singing loudly of the passion about to overcome me. He was silent, as he always was just before the end. If I could have seen him in the dark, his face would have been in a grimace, a grimace of ecstasy, as he struggled for control, wanting to time his release to match mine. 

But it was dark. The lightning was gone now. Even the ghostly white curtains were invisible as we raced wildly towards the finish. I could feel it building in me now. The pressure was building, and I knew the release was just ahead, just beyond the darkness that enveloped us. I took a hand off my chest and slid it down my belly until I reached our union and began to rub myself. 

Then I was there, and it came so suddenly that I shrieked, louder than the thunder, and I saw stars and flashes of light generated within myself, my own lightning, accompanied by it's own thunder, nothing you could hear, but one that I felt as it rocked me to my depths, to my soul. And as I climaxed, I felt him freeze within me, and then he flooded me with his liquid, hot and urgent, and I knew that it was him, and that he was feeling what I was feeling, that wild loss of control and release that signifies the climax of the dance. 

Then we were done. I slumped forward onto his chest, still holding him with my last spasms of our loving. We rolled to our side and held that position, still coupled, as the darkness of sleep replaced the dark of the room. 

* * * * * 

When I awoke in the morning, sunlight and a cool breeze was streaming past the gauzy drapes. He had covered me with the sheet thrown to the floor before the storm, and now he was standing, still naked, alongside the bed holding steaming mugs of coffee for each of us. 

I sat up, letting the sheet fall away from my naked torso. Then I reached out and took a steaming mug in my hands. After a sip, I realized it was too hot to hold, so I set it on the nightstand. 

"Can we sit on the porch?" I asked. 

"Yes. It's lovely out there." 

"There's no one around?" 

"No, we have the whole valley to ourselves." 

"I'll be there in a minute. I need to pee," I told him with a smile. 

"He laughed and turned to walk from the room. He was carrying both coffees again. Your coffee will be there, but don't take too long. It will get cold." 

"I won't," I assured him as I watched him walk away. His muscled broad shoulders and back, his tight narrow hips, and his strong legs were beautiful. How could I be so lucky to have him, even if just for a couple of days. 

"Don't go back to sleep," he warned looking back at me from the door. "It's a beautiful morning out." 

I stretched—a long, languorous, cat-like stretch. Then I swung my feet to the floor and walked quickly to the bathroom. As I relieved myself, I thought of how we had made love after the storm. We were dancing in thedark. So good. So, so good. 

I wanted more. "That's the point of this mid-week getaway," I silently reminded myself. 

I quickly ran a brush through my thick and tangled hair and roughly wiped my smeared make-up from my face with a cold washcloth. He won't want to wait for me to fix it, I thought. Besides, the coffee will get cold. I hate lukewarm coffee. 

I threw on a light cotton robe and tied it at the waist with a loose belt. It barely came to mid-thigh, and the material was so light it wouldn't keep him from seeing right through it in the bright morning light. Good, I thought! 

I was naked beneath it, and my near nudity felt delicious as I stepped out onto the porch. The porch faced east, and the light from the barely risen sun was dazzling. I held my hand over my brow as a shade while my eyes adjusted and looked for him. There he was lying back in one of a pair of Adirondack chairs to my right, his smile as dazzling to me as the sun. 

"Good morning . . . again," he said as he held out my still steaming mug of coffee to me. "I was afraid you might go back to sleep." 

"And miss the naked man on my front porch? No way," I said, as I walked toward him. I deliberately stood before him, my hips against the porch rail, with the rising sun to my back. I wanted him to see my nudity silhouetted through my thin robe. After giving him enough time to appreciate my exhibitionism, I stepped to the side and sat in the second Adirondack chair. 

As I reclined in the chair next to him, I crossed my long legs and felt the robe fall away from what little of my legs it covered. The sun felt delicious on my skin. 

I sipped the coffee and lay back in the chair enjoying the sun. Eventually I spoke, knowing he would never start our conversation. That's just the way he was. "What time is it?" I asked. 

"Don't know. Remember? You wanted to go 'off the grid' for two days. We left the cell phones, the tablets, the lap tops, even my new Apple Watch back in the city." 

"Oh. Right. I did say that, didn't I? I did it too. Left everything in the city, just like you. There's no clock in this cabin either." 

"I think it's morning," he said. "The sun's coming up." 

"Duh." I burst out laughing. "My god, you're shrewd. Is that why I put up with you at work?" 

"Well, there is the little matter of my being your boss. Most of us do find it best to 'put up with' the boss." 

"Work," I continued after another sip of coffee ignoring his comment about being my boss. "What would we be doing if we were at work now?" 

"Right now, this very moment?" he asked. 

"Yes." 

"We wouldn't be there yet," he said. "The sun rises about six this time of year. We don't start work until eight." 

"Oh, so you do know what time it is." 

"Not really. I just know it's not eight o'clock yet." 

As he talked, I pulled the loose knot on the sash on my robe apart and opened the robe so my body was fully exposed to the rising sun—and to his gaze. I uncrossed my legs and let my knees fall to the sides. There were still streaks of his cum on my body from our lovemaking the night before. I was aroused and I wanted him to join me in my lust. As I spread my legs I was feeling very slutty. It was delicious. 

"Hmm," he said. "I like your new workday dress style." 

"Oh is that so? Is this how you want me to dress at our next staff meeting?" 

"Well, it would get the rest of those horndog traders there on time," he said. 

I laughed. "There's an idea—naked staff meetings. You're the boss. Just order it." 

He sipped his coffee as he thought. Finally he said, "The HR and Legal departments would just shit." 

We both laughed. 

"Yeah, but what a way to get fired," I said. "Then we could move up here and sit naked on the porch every morning." As I spoke, I reached across and stroked his cock. It immediately got the message and began to swell. 

"So, would you be bringing your husband along with us in this new lifestyle?" he asked, pretending to ignore my provocation of his cock. 

I choked on a sip of coffee as he spoke. Once I regained my composure I said, "Harold doesn't do naked very well. I'm not sure he even likes me naked." 

"What a fool." Now he had his hand on my leg, softly stroking the inside of my thigh. 

"Oh, he has some redeeming qualities as a husband." 

"Such as?" His fingers lightly brushed my hair at the junction of my legs. I shivered ever so slightly and then spread my legs just a bit wider. 

"Well, he makes a lot of money, a hell of a lot of money, and he seems to enjoy it." Now it was my turn to ignore his provocation. 

"Sex?" 

"No, silly. He is clueless about sex. I don't think he even understands the point of it. What he enjoys is making money." I was stroking his cock now. It was fully erect. 

"Okay, that's a plus, because someone is going to have to be generating money for us to live on once I get fired for calling for naked staff meetings and we move up here." His fingers massaged my pussy lips and then slipped between them—not really into me, but far enough to coat the tips with my dew and then drag it upward towards my clit. I groaned. 

"What about your wife? Would she move up here and sit naked on the porch with us?" It was getting hard to maintain my concentration on this absurd conversation we were having. 

Now it was his turn to choke on his coffee. When he recovered he said, "Christy? Not a chance." 

"Does she hate sex and make lots of money, like Harold?" I asked. The tip of his cock was wet with pre-cum, and I rubbed it over the head and down past the sensitive part of his prick behind and below the head. It was his turn to groan softly now. 

"Oh no. What she likes about money is spending it, and she's really good at it. Spending money is her life's work." 

"How about sex?" I asked, continuing to use his pre-cum to massage his stiff prick. 

"She's okay with sex. She's really a decent good fuck, when she feels like it. Not as good as you, but still . . . she knows her way around the bedroom and isn't shy about asking for what she wants. But . . . sometimes, I think . . . she prefers girls." Now he had a finger slid deeply into my slippery cunt. Oh fuck it felt good! Not as good as I knew his prick was going to feel in a few minutes, but it was good. 

"Really? How interesting." 

"Do you do girls, too?" he asked, sounding a little fearful or intimidated. 

I laughed. "Don't know. Never tried it. Can you fix me up with a date with your wife so I can find out?" 

"So aren't we a pair?" he said ignoring my proposition regarding his wife. "You have a rich husband who has no interest in sex, and I have a spendthrift wife who is seriously bi." 

"Made for each other," I said. I had set my coffee down and was using my free hand, the hand not on his cock, to massage my breasts. I saw him lick his lips as he watched. 

"But seriously, would Harold care if he knew you were up here fucking me?" 

"Hmmm. Given the way he feels about sex, I doubt if he would be crushed or anything, but I guess he would have to object as a matter of form. I don't think I want to tell him about it, and I sure as hell wouldn't want him to learn about it from someone else. He doesn't care much about sex, but I think it would hurt his pride. What about your wife?" Now he had two fingers in my pussy and was pumping them regularly. I had slid down in the chair so I was easier to access and to let him probe more deeply with his fingers. 

"Oh, we resolved that years ago. She knows I chase around, and I know she does the same. We just don't rub each other's noses in it. And she sure as hell wouldn't divorce me. I'm the cash cow that services all the debt she piles up." I let my hand slide down and softly massage his balls. 

"So are you going to go home day after tomorrow and tell her about what we did here?" 

"Oh no. Wouldn't think of it. We don't tell each other about what we have been up to. It's not that kind of arrangement. It's more like don't ask, don't tell." 

"Good." 

"Are you jealous?" he asked. 

"Of your wife?" 

"Yes." 

"No. Not at all. I just don't want to be the girl you tell her about to spice up your sex life." 

"Oh, fair enough." 

"Listen," he continued, "what goes on between us, stays between us. We both have a lot to lose if it gets back to our employer that we are screwing each other." 

"Yeah. I've heard that's frowned upon. But like, what would they do?" I asked. 

"Well, since I'm the boss, they would most likely fire me. You being the 'exploited person' wouldn't be fired." 

"Yes, I'm feeling very exploited right now," I said sarcastically, as I stroked his cock and he continued to finger fuck me. "So fucking exploited," I continued with a gasp as he squeezed a third finger into my now dripping cunt. I took a deep breath and recovered. "If they didn't fire me, what would they do?" I asked. 

"I don't know. Probably just transfer you to Boise or Albuquerque. This company's got a lot of hell holes they can send people to when they want to." 

"Oh, so we're not going to brag about this then." 




An Office Affair



"Right." 

I stood and leaned on the porch rail, looking out over the valley and the sunrise before me. I was naked now. Not sure how I lost the robe. My elbows were leaning on the rail, my ass sticking out and my tits hanging below me. I spread my legs and wiggled my hips at him in invitation. As I moved I could feel my tits rocking back and forth. Oh fuck, I wanted him! 

I looked back and saw him stroking his cock as he watched my lewd display. Okay, he wins, I thought. I'll ask. "Fuck me. Now!" I said, my voice a growl. 

"I thought you'd never ask," he said, as he stood and walked the few steps from his chair to me. I was still looking back at him and I could see his stiff dick bobbing as he walked towards me. 

He grabbed me by the hips and I felt the head of his dick slide between my swollen, and open and inviting outer lips. He didn't insert it right away. He was just using the head to stroke that sensitive tissue between my lips and below my clit. As he reached the top of each stroke, he just grazed my swollen clit. I whimpered each time as he did that. 

But his teasing wasn't what I wanted and he knew it. I wanted to be fucked. "No, no, god damn it!" I said. "Put it in. Fuck me! You know what I want!" 

I was leaning on the rail, looking back between my hanging tits. I saw him grab his cock and guide it to the mouth of my pussy. No more teasing. He was going to fuck me now, and that's what I wanted. But first he had to get it in. He was so much bigger than my husband. He used his fingers to collect my juice and lube the head. Then he began to push. Even though we had fucked twice in the last twelve hours, it was tight. I was kind of sore this morning, too. Then I felt the head pop into me. "Oh fuck!" I groaned aloud. 

He stood holding my hips, the head of his cock just barely in me. There we were, naked, on the porch of the cottage looking at the sunrise and the valley before us as he slowly forced his big prick farther and farther into me. "Oh fuck, fuck, fuck." I said. "That feels so good. Keep it up. I want you all the way into me." 

He was pulling back on my hips with both hands, and I was pushing. We both felt it when he hit bottom. Then we just stood still, as we had the night before when I sat astride him after the storm. We were savoring the moment. Then he began to slowly fuck me, withdrawing his cock just a bit and pushing it back. Each stroke was a little longer, a little firmer on the return, and a little quicker than the stroke before it. I moved my hips. It wasn't long until we were fucking, not ferociously, but steadily. You could hear our flesh slapping as his groin hit my ass on each stroke and I was whimpering and mumbling obscenities. 

I could feel his balls swing forward on each stroke and slap my clit, and then I didn't anymore, as he approached climax and they pulled up tight against him. "Are you close?" I asked. 

"Oh, fuck yes!" 

"Good," I said, as I reached back with a hand and begin to rub my clit. I knew it wouldn't take long. "I want you to cum inside me," I said. "Fill my cunt with that hot cum of yours. Just fill me up." 

He was really ramming me now. The porch railing was wobbling and squeaking, and I was yelling obscenities: "Fuck, fuck, fuck, Oh fuck. That's it. Yes, yes, yes! Fuck my cunt! Shit! So good. So fuuuucking good!" or something like that. 

He pulled my hips tight against him as he plunged his prick so far into me I thought he was going to split me. Then he was rigid, and I could feel shot after shot of his hot cum flooding the bottom of my cunt. That set me off. I screamed and saw stars, as my cunt muscles clamped down on his prick. 

* * * * * 

Later, after a shower, we sat naked over a breakfast he had fixed. We had decided not to wear clothes at all for the next two days. 

I took a sip of coffee and looked over my cup at him. "So," I said. "That's the way it's going to be. We're going to have a secret office affair?" 

"That suits me," he said. "And you?" 

I took another sip. "Well, neither of us will be telling our spouses, because we don't want to spoil those relationships, and we don't want the office to find out. But I sure as hell don't want to give up fucking you, and neither of us want to divorce our spouses. So I guess that makes us secret fuck buddies." 

"Well," he said. That wasn't the term I was thinking of to describe the relationship, but it pretty well describes it doesn't it? 

"I think so," I said as I smiled at him over my coffee cup.



An Office Affair



Her eyes softened, and I fell on Nina, my mouth meeting hers in our very first kiss. I had fisted her before I even kissed her! What a way to begin a love affair!

END OF PART ONE

AN OFFICE AFFAIR - PART TWO

"What about your boyfriend?" I asked her as we cleared up the mess we'd made. My office looked like bomb had hit it, and it smelled richly of sex. 

"Oh that... it's over." She said firmly.

"When did you finish with him? I asked, curiously.

"The moment you pushed your hand into me," she said, and despite the fact that I'd orgasmed just a few minutes ago, my cock pulsed back to life at her words.

I shook my head in wonder.

She was frighteningly direct. I loved it. This was one of the things I'd been looking for. A woman to whom I could say anything, especially about sex, a woman who wouldn't hide her desires behind coyness, and feminine games. And most of all, a woman whose desires matched my own.

On the tube, on the way home, she held my hand, lifting it sometimes to her lips and kissing it. It was the hand that had been inside her. I was glad I was wearing a long, loose shirt. Something had clicked so resoundingly between us that we were speechless from this bolt from the blue. On the walk from the station, her tongue loosened, and she teased me.

"You could have cum in my mouth," she said, conversationally. 

I tingled all over.

"Or in my ass..."

My cock twitched excitedly.

"You know one of the things I like about you Alan?" 

I shook my head.

"You didn't go straight for my tits. It gets so boring sometimes. Men spend hours nuzzling me like horses, sucking and chewing my nipples until they're sore... when I want them to go further, to experiment. I get tired of leading men by the hand, teaching them how to please me. But you... you followed your line, you read me... you fisted me because you knew I wanted it. It was a first, Alan. It's scary, isn't it?"

I nodded. I felt like I was bursting. Emotions and sensations were firing off like roman candles in my brain. 

When Nina found the enema bag in the bathroom cupboard, the tone of the evening was set. We made it very beautiful in my bedroom, with candles and drapes. I brought out the huge pearly latex sheet that completely covered my King size bed. 

"Ohh... kinky!" Nina giggled, feeling the silky texture with her cheek. 

We spread the sheet, smoothing it out and tucking it in neatly. 

"What about the cushions?" She asked, as she piled them back onto the bed.

"The covers are washable," I said, succinctly. We both wanted it to be right. We'd fucked out our initial frenzy in the office. Now it was time to be intimate.

"Are you going to give me the enema, or shall I do it for myself?" She asked. Challenging me again. How far would I go? What would I find acceptable. She didn't trust me yet. 

"I'm going to roll us a joint, and fix us something to drink. You can prepare the enema, and give me a shout when you're ready," I replied. Time and motion; efficiency would get us to bed sooner. 

When I answered her call, Nina was on her knees, on the rubber-tiled bathroom floor. She had rigged the bag onto the telescopic arm of the shaving mirror, and was holding out the tube for me.

"All yours," she said, and bent over until she was resting on her arms, her plump, peachy bottom angled into the air. Her anus was pretty pinky-brown crinkled eye, winking at me knowingly.

"I know it's a wee bit late to ask," she said, turning her head, "but have you been tested for all the usuals? It's just that..."

"Yes, I have, about a nine months ago, and there's no chance I could have had any... um contact... with a new partner... since then"

"Good. I just got tested with my er... ex-boyfriend. I don't like the constraints of safe sex... but... aahhhhh... Who wants to die from... mmmmm... a shag?"

I distracted her with my tongue, poking it rudely into her rosebud. I lubed her a little with my spit, and then oiled the tube with Eros. I loved the way her arsehole clenched and relaxed as I fed the pipe into her bowels. I could feel the pull on the tube, helping it to go deeper. I'd noticed that her pussy could do that too. I sensed she worked out more internally than externally. By divine chance it seemed that I had stumbled on the woman of my dreams! 

The tube slid deeper and deeper. At one point Nina reached back, and guided it for a moment, sighing as her alterations enabled it to enter her for several more inches. It had reached its destination. I opened the tap, and began to gently squeeze the bag. The warm water and baby oil blend coursed into her body, trickling and tickling its way into her bowels. I could tell she enjoyed it. She played restlessly with her cunt and clit as I squeezed more and more of the liquid into her. I saw her shudder and heard a soft moan... it would be seeping into her colon... up into her belly. More... she raised herself on one hand, back arching, fingers plucking at erect nipples. A little more... over a litre... I felt her stomach. It was bulging. I eased the last of the enema into her, and turned off the tap. Nina tensed her anus tightly, and seemed to hold her breath for a long moment, finger blurring on her clit. She began to tremble and whine. I read her. Yes, I can always read Nina. I smoothly eased the tube from her bowels, and guided her to the toilet bowl. 

With an ecstatic cry of pain and pleasure, Nina let it all leave her, in an explosive rush. She shuddered, shook, went limp for a moment, and pulled herself together, then calmly got on with it, and cleaned up. In the shower, we made ourselves be patient, though soaping her and being soaped was a sore trial. 

She led my by my cock into the bedroom, sat down on the edge of the bed, and took me in her mouth. So naturally, so sexy matter of factly that I had to laugh. She looked up, grinning through a mouthful of cock.

"Last Tuesday, I imagined you just like that when I had a wank, after work." I told her. It wouldn't shock her.

"So did I," Nina spluttered, and a muffled giggle set us off again. 

"Just out of curiosity, when I found you in the office that evening... what were you really doing?"

"I... I was having cybersex... and looking at porn... I was... getting... fisted... online!" She said between sucks.

"I thought as much."

"I don't think... I've ever been... so embarrassed! I was so close... to cumming... when you... appeared!" She laughed onto my cock. I felt her mouth around me, so warm and skilful. I closed my yes for a few moments and luxuriated.

"I want you to play with my ass, Alan. Do whatever you want with it." She purred when she came up for air again.

I was teetering on the brink of orgasm... I clenched hard to save myself. Something worth saving myself for. I recovered myself by pushing her away from my cock. I pulled her up, and then we both clambered onto the big bed. A wide-open space of sexual intent. 

"Let's not rush this... we've got plenty of time," I said. 

I brought out a wooden box from under the bed, and gave it too her. It was about two feet long, six inches deep, like a specimen case. She unsnapped the clasps, and lifted the lid. Her smile widened, and her eyes burned happily as she looked at the contents. Several dildos, a couple of butt plugs, and a rubber fist, clenched, the size of a woman's hand brought little cries and wows of surprise from Nina's mouth. There was also a fresh bottle of lube. Nina bit her lip, and ran her fingers over the collection, pausing at the fist. She looked up at me, and I could see an expression that I would soon come to know so clearly. She wanted to be fisted. And with Nina, I quickly learned that if no one else was available, she was quite happy to service herself!

"God, I'd love one of those!" She said, picking it up, sniffing it... "It's a problem when I'm fisting myself... I can't get as far in as I'd like... one of these... I could steer it!" She wobbled it. The fist rocking on its flexible wrist.

I had bought it for a girlfriend, but she left it with me when she returned to Holland and her husband. 

"Well, why don't you two get acquainted..." I picked up one of the joints I had rolled while she was alone in the bathroom. "And while you're doing that, let's gild the lily," I said, flicking the lighter. 

What heaven, to smoke a joint while the woman who turns you on more than any other living creature lays back against the pillows, spreads her thighs, and starts to trickle lube over her pubis. I lit up, and took a long drag. My free hand lightly stroked my prick, which was hard, but comfortable. I moved over, and shared puffs of the spliff with Nina, while she played with herself, pulling her fleshy outer lips apart, fingering deep with fingers from both hands, then pulling her inner lips open... A few moments later she was clasping the rubber arm, holding the fist to her open-blossomed vulva, and rubbed its knuckles over the slippery membranes. She let go a long held lungful of grass smoke, and lifted one leg. The clenched fist was suddenly swallowed. Her leg dropped, trapping the fist, and a wicked smile played over her lips. Phenomenal! 

It was all I could do not to tear out the simulacrum, and replace it with the real thing, but I was deliciously conscious that we had prepared for anal pleasure, new ground, and this was just a prelude, a delicious little display that obviously felt as good for her as it looked to me. 

"Mmmm... it's a lovely toy, but I still prefer the real thing," she purred, lightly fucking herself while inhaling more grass. She passed the last centimetre of the joint back to me. I took one more hit, and crushed it. 

"Here's a thought..." I said, suddenly inspired. "Roll over... squat down onto the fist... I want to try something..."

Would Nina take directions? 

No problem, she rolled over, keeping the fist inside, and braced the 'elbow' end of it on the bed. It wiggled and squished a bit, but it looked great. 

I lubed up my cock, and crouched behind Nina's round, slippery ass. Oil had spilled from her cunt in quantity. I pressed my rigid glans into the soft, tightness of the rosebud, and thrust, with steady, constant strength.

"Milk my cock into your ass, Nina."

"Ahh... ahhh... mmmm... ahhh... like that?"

"Yesssss.... Just like that... Jesus... where did you learn that?!"

She was sucking my cock in, first in millimetres, then centimetres... then in one awesome swoop, the last three inches of my eight inch shaft entered her arse, which then clamped tight around it. She was fiery hot inside, and I could feel the hard, shifting shape of the rubber fist, which she was still working a little in her puss. 

"I want to use my own fist... I want to really feel you inside me..." Nina husked, upping the temperature another couple of degrees. We were both pretty stoned, sensual waves sloshing between us; our utter freedom with each other's desires was like a drug in its own right. I pulled my cock slowly out, Nina clasping it rhythmically as it departed. She eased out the rubber fist, rolled for a moment to get comfortable, and then fed her own hand into herself. To do so, she lightly closed her fingers, a little twist to set the lips right, and then a loose, graceful thrust took her hand halfway in. A lift of her left leg - this seemed to be a special movement with her, a little key. I would remember it - and it was all the way in, to the bend of the wrist.

Below it, her arsehole pouted lewdly, shiny and red... I shuffled up on the bed, pushed her up against the bed head, and lifted her hips as I lined up my cock again. I could feel her wrist rocking back and forth as I thrust. My cock sank into her heavenly bowels in three hot swoops. I felt the back of her hand against my shaft. It felt wicked, bizarre, intense... and Nina and I had truly embarked on our great sexual odyssey. I buggered her for a couple of minutes while she rubbed and caressed me from within. We kept on smiling at each other, chuckling at the rudeness of our position. She was shiny with lube from her waist to halfway down her inner thighs. My cock moved slickly, shafting deep, but we became uncomfortable, and instead of the usual awkwardness about saying it wasn't working, and could we move, Nina spoke up first.

"Why don't I just kneel on the floor, and you can fuck my ass properly?"

"What makes you such a wonderful slut?" I asked, shaking my head.

"Experience I suppose... I know the difference between good sex and bad sex, and I won't accept second best."

I couldn't add anything to that.

Nina drew out her hand, clambered onto the floor, and knelt so that she could brace herself on the edge of the bed. Her tits were hanging down temptingly, nipples distended, the heavy swing of them as she spread her legs and settled made me want to feel them around my cock. 

"And I know that what I want is to feel your fist in my cunt while you fuck my ass..." She added as if it was a harmless afterthought. 

"Working your way up to that feeling a size at a time..." I commented, seeing through her little game.

She gave dirty giggle, and waggled her buttocks at me enticingly. 

"I have to remember that I don't need to play those games with you, do I?" Nina asked, with a new note of tenderness in her voice.

"Only if you want to carry on giving me pleasant surprises," I replied. 

I took the bottle of lube, and squirted it liberally on and in her cunt, added some more to her ass, and with a sigh of happy satisfaction, I gave her four fingers, straight in. She felt so soft and easy... her hips swaying back and forth onto my thrusts. I twisted and turned my hand, spreading the lube, so that her sex was making lovely sticky sloppy little sounds, and widening her for the bigger stretch to come. 

Nina was cooing and ooing with pleasure. I tucked in my thumb. 

"Oh yesssss... oh yessss..." Nina hissed, and I felt that now familiar gulping motion on my fingers... I let her open for me, until we got the widest stretch, and then I gave a firm twisting thrust, and moaned along with her as my hand sank smoothly in. Now I could really learn her cunt... I remembered my own words; there was no hurry. She was so comfortable with my fist. I wouldn't have to move quickly, like I was often forced to do, keeping one step ahead of my partner's pain threshold.

"I think God made you for fisting, Nina," I said, and began pulling my fist right back to the rim, and sinking it deep, again and again. The sheer elasticity of the woman was awesome! I loved the way her pussy lips expanded. When I drew back so that my fist was almost out, my knuckles were clearly delineated as they slid from side to side beneath the gossamer-stretched skin. I had the luxury of gazing on this utterly wanton sight for as long as I wanted, until I thrust in once more, a glistening line creeping further and further down my wrist as I dug under Nina's cervix, pushing it, reaching into the softness, making her groan and arch, breasts as taut as her nipples. 

It was time to bugger my beautiful Nina. I turned my hand palm up, and nuzzled my glans into the slippery eye of her anus. Resting her tits on the bed, she reached back, and guided me, pulling my cock into herself. It was nice to be wanted like that! I felt the heat of her like a jungle mist, smelling her sex, her sweat; the perfume she wore that always gave me what I knew now were premonitory shivers. I groaned as I felt my cock rubbing over my hand, inside her, stretching the membranes until it was as if I was fucking my flesh-mittened palm! I could actually fondle my own cock through her inner walls! It was the most outrageous sensation I had ever encountered!

With a hoarse cry of abandon, I began to fuck her ass and fist her cunt simultaneously. The enema and the lube made her bowels a slippery, clinging, stretching sheath for my pumping cock. Nina began to shudder every few seconds, I realised that she seemed to go into a kind of trance when we reached the extremes. Her breathing was harsh, almost rattling, her face when she turned it me was a mask of concentrated desire.

"Beautiful... yes... oh god Alan... I... I dreamed and hoped... I wished... oh God... and... mmmmm... my wish came true..." She gasped, as I rode her mercilessly. 

I felt nature wanting to speed me up, and let the pace quicken, pushing Nina before the rising tide of my lust. My hand was almost wanking my plunging cock, fingers clutching at it through her rectum... and that made Nina yowl like a cat and cum. 

Her orgasm was a magnificent thing, a construction of dazzling concept. She tore at her clit yammering with ecstasy, her cunt and ass muscles milking me until I felt the beginnings of bruises on cock and wrist. I had the promise of her luscious mouth before me, and it was beyond my strength to ignore that whim! I rode her through her spasms, clenching and unclenching my fist, trying to grip my cock through her. She squealed, froze, and then jolted, hard, three times, gutteral cries of rapture torn from her lungs. I eased her down gently, my cock aching with denial. I withdrew my shaft slowly, hearing her sigh, and then loving the last, helpless cry as my fist then passed through her vulva. She clutched herself, moaning loudly, rocking almost epileptically. I was in torment. I HAD to cum!

As soon as she had recovered a semblance of sanity, I threw her on her back on the bed, and straddled her. Her luscious breasts swayed and invited me. She saw my eyes on them, and held them up, then pressed them temptingly together. My cock was slick with lube from her ass... With a groan of delight, I felt her soft warm globes enclose me. Nina's wonderful tits held me in a floating sea of pleasure. She pressed me tight and I fucked, hard... jamming my cock between the softly bulging globes. In seconds I felt my scrotum tightening. Bliss flooded my senses, and with a rapturous roar, I let go. Nina tilted her head forwards, and her mouth opened as I unleashed the first jet. It supersonic'ed straight up her neck and splattered hard under her chin. She grabbed my cock like lightning, and jerked the next spurt out, all over her face. Then she found her aim, and as I thrashed and wailed in the glory of orgasm, she stroked and sucked a stupendous load from my balls. Our eyes met, and I saw into the soul of a woman who loved what she was doing, what I was giving her... My hoarse cries quietened as my streams of cum diminished. She rubbed my still dribbling cock all over her sperm-wet face, and then siphoned out a few final drops, sucking so hard it made me moan and shudder convulsively, then swallowing with a moan of satisfaction.

For the second time in three hours, Nina was painted with my cum. Just to see my essence spilling from the corners of her mouth... the trickle down her strong chin... was pure heaven. I rubbed my cock over her breasts, and drank in her beauty to the full. 

END OF PART TWO

AN OFFICE AFFAIR - PART THREE

We needed to eat, we needed to take a few moments where we weren't having sex or preparing for sex. 

"I've said it before, but this is scary... I've never had sex... quite like this," said Nina, a warm throb in her voice. "I mean, I've done all that stuff before... though not necessarily in the same order... but it's... it's never felt so... well... good... I mean inside... oh crap... in my... my soul, is what I mean." 

I took Nina's hand as she spoke, and rubbed her fingers gently. 

"It all fits, doesn't it? Like a jigsaw you've had all the pieces to for ages, but one, the one that completes the picture."

"Mmmm... the way you fit into me..." Purred Nina, bringing it back to sex, but for all the right reasons. "Strictly speaking, there are a couple more bits of the jigsaw still missing, though I think I can see the whole picture now..."

"Missing? What's that?" I asked, slightly alarmed. I was in such a delicious haze of happiness that any hint of dissatisfaction concerned me. 




An Office Affair



"You haven't fisted my ass... and I haven't fisted yours." Her eyes looked into mine, candidly, searching for repulsion, fear, or shock. She found only the latter. I blushed scarlet. It wasn't the fisting of her ass that made me blush; it was the intimation that she wanted to fist mine! 

I lifted her hand to my lips and kissed it to cover my confusion. I looked at that hand... average size, strong fingers, short nails... I moaned as I suddenly had the image of her hand entering my body through the back door. I had never dared confess this desire to any woman for fear of rejection and disgust. I had always wanted to know, to feel what they felt, or at least, in its masculine version. That was why I had hung on to the rubber fist, to the dildos and butt-plugs. They weren't just for my girlfriends. 

An overwhelming wave of emotion made me sob in my throat. I took Nina in my arms.

"Is it too soon to say that I love you?" I husked.

"Not even by a second..." Nina whispered, and our mouths met in a true lovers kiss.

"How did you guess that I want to try it too?" I asked, a while later.

"The kind of man you are... I can tell that you're in touch with your feminine side... the way you used your fist inside me told me that you're thinking of how it feels for me, not just for you. You're thinking of where your fist really is, what it is really doing... Not just ramming it in to satisfy some violent male dominant urge. And if thinking that way gives you pleasure, the next step is natural, really. But of course you have just the one option of where a woman's fist would go. I'm the lucky one... and as I've been prepared, and so wonderfully warmed up by your lovely cock, I think, in a little while... I'd like you to be... the very first man to fist my arse!"

"But I thought..."

"You thought I would've done that already... well, I've fisted my own arse often enough, and... well..." I sensed she was holding something back, but didn't press her on it, "but I've never trusted a man... or met a man I could trust... to do it. It's not something you just do on the spur of the moment, with any old lover. I mean nor is the other fisting, but I feel more in control of that."

"I think I understand you." I said, so pleased that Nina could express herself to me in this way. 

We finished snacking on the deli I had luckily had in the fridge, and I rolled us another spliff while Nina cleared the debris, and returning, snuggled down against me on the sofa. We were still naked, and Nina had had another quick shower to wash away the crusted cum.

After the better part of a year with only my hand and the toys for sexual relief, having a real live, vibrant sexy woman in closest proximity was like a complete aphrodisiac. Just seeing the way Nina's legs shifted, exposing her dark pubic triangle, the way her breasts swung, lolled, and bobbed... was enough to send a third wave of blood flooding into my groin. Nina was my ultimate playground, the perfect expression of my kinkiest desires. Whatever uncertainties the future might hold, I would remember this night, when everything came together, when everything... as Nina said... fitted. 

I was feeling deliciously stoned and sensual again, one of Nina's warm breasts in my hand, my thumb flicking back and forth over her India rubber nipple, when she smiled at me and taking my semi-erect cock in her hand, she slipped to the floor between my legs, and looking at me conspiratorially, she lowered her mouth over my cock. I felt it stiffen in heavy pulses as she sucked me sweetly in, her tongue caressing my glans almost dreamily. I put my hands either side of her head, and with a ragged sigh of pleasure, I pulled her head down onto myself, my cock pressing the roof of her mouth, sliding back to the entrance to her throat... I would have stopped the moment she resisted, but instead, I felt a gulping sensation against my cock-head, and the Nina's throat opened to me. My inspiration had proved to be true. Of course a woman like Nina would be able to deep throat a big cock! How silly of me to even begin to doubt it! I groaned with heartfelt satisfaction as I writhed my hips, while her lips clamped tight around the base of my cock, I could feel hot breath being expelled from her nose, tingling in my pubes. I closed my eyes for a few moments, and thrust luxuriously, reaming out Nina's gulping throat. After a minute or two, she pulled back a little, and I felt her rhythm change. When I looked, I saw that she was reaching behind herself with one hand, angling her hips so that she was able to finger her own arse. Three were already steadily pumping in and out. I reached for the lube, and leaning forwards, I dribbled a stream between her buttocks. I heard the sticky slippy sounds of penetration increasing in volume.

She divided her duties successfully between my cock and her own arse for a couple of minutes, the pace intensifying gradually. And then I saw her arm tense up. Her head lifted from my cock, face in a tight grimace as she thrust hard. 

"Gnnnnnn.... Ahhhhhhhh!!" She exclaimed. Her eyes flew open, a glistening smile replaced the grimace, and her arm moved suddenly downwards as her whole hand slid in! She was anally fisting herself! Her eyes caught mine in a headlight beam. I read her pleasure, and the secrets of that pleasure, which I yearned to share. I slid from the sofa, leaving her on her knees, working her arse. I wanted to watch from close up. I wanted to enjoy it in pornographic detail. Nina understood, and with little sighs and moans of self-inflicted gratification, she fisted her arse for me, arching to gain a better angle, digging her hand in until her anus was around her wrist, then as she let out little grunts of desire, she jerked the hand hard into herself, as far as she body would let her. It looked so incredibly perverse, so beautiful... my cock was achingly erect, but all I could do was watch, and know that my turn would come. I caressed Nina all over as she sent herself into her now familiar fisting trance. I fondled her breasts, tugged on her swollen teats like I was trying to gently milk them. 

"Harder... tweak them..." She grated as she began to shudder and groan louder. Her cries intensified, becoming more animal, and less controlled... She arched right back, and began to draw and thrust, pulling her hand almost all the way out, and then thrusting it firmly back in. I enjoyed every moment of it. I stroked her ass, dribbled more lube onto her, slid a couple of fingers into her open vulva, feeling the movement of her hand on the other side of the wall... And then, catching her breath, she held it for a moment, exhaled slowly, and drew out her hand all the way, at the same time. Once her arsehole had widened fully around her fist and begun to close again, it seemed only natural that I would replace her emerging fingers with my own. 

"Oh fuck... Alan... oh yes... that's it..." She murmured thickly as my broader, longer digits held her open, and the three within the sphincter stretched apart. Into the dark space I squirted more lube, until it was dripping out of her. I made the special cone with my hand, and kneeling behind her, I began to ream it into her arsehole. I placed a hand on the small of her back, and felt her trembling slightly, while the other dug and twisted powerfully at her back door. I was trembling too. I'd been wanting to do this for so long... Though I had fisted quite a few women vaginally, none had succumbed to my urging to try it the other way. Now Nina was literally begging me to fist her voluptuous, succulent arsehole!

"Ahhhhh... god... yessss... more... open it up... oh Alannn... I want your fist inside me soooo much!!" She gibbered, swaying back onto my thrusts, squirming her arse hard against my widening hand. 

I wondered about this incredible, sexy woman, who had obviously in her short life explored sexual horizons that would shock and perhaps even disgust many of us. As my hand turned slowly in the encroaching tightness, my fingers deep in her rectum, I offered up a prayer of thanks that life had sent Nina my way! 

"Oh shit... it's.... ohhhhhh... good... another like that... my god.... It's sooooo biggg!! Oaaaaaawwwwwaahhhh!!!"

With a howl, and an urgent thrust of her hips, Nina speared her arse on my hand, completely. Once I had passed the apex, the rest of my hand slid in with a smooth, satisfying squelch. I turned it over as it sank, eyes unblinking to enjoy to the full the sight of the first time my hand had penetrated a female fundament. It felt glorious on my skin. Hot, moist, so slippery even in the amazing, clinging tightness of it. I could feel her inner shape, the hollow of her bowels as my fingers explored. And her moans, soft, quiescent, sweet. She yelped when I probed too hard, cooed when I got it right. Her elbows were resting on the sofa, and she began to sway to the rhythm of my hand.

My fingers curled in, and I gently made a fist inside Nina's arse, a hard, masculine fist that I proceeded to bugger her with.

"MMMmmmm... yessss.... I've got... a man's fist... in my bottom!" Gasped Nina, with a gurgle of delight. 

"Yes, you've got my fist in your bottom," I confirmed, giving it a thrusting twirl that took me deeper still into that fabulous heat. She squirmed hard onto me, gasping, quivering, her arse tightening, relaxing, tightening, relaxing, while she mewed like a cat on heat. I had never felt such perfection. 

"And now my fist is going to fuck your arse, Nina, it's going to fuck it until you cum, and then it'll carry fucking you..."

"You say... the most... wonderful... things!" Nina panted, and now her arse had learned my hand, she began to ride it slowly at first, moving her hips, arching and bending her back as she sought the best angles. I kept fairly steady, and let her use my fist as she thought best. I felt privileged to be with her, to be her instrument of lust, to see, hear and participate in this exquisitely perverse, strangely natural celebration of desire. Feeling her need growing, I began to fist her harder, forcing her towards her limits, noting the hoarse cries and the wildness in her eyes as she slipped over the edge again into her fisting world. The more intensely I fucked her, the more she lurched back onto me, almost frightening me with the power of her fist-hunger. Her left hand reached between her legs, caressed my wrist briefly, and then settled on her clit, rubbing, in a blur. I lengthened my strokes, drawing back so that her sphincter was stretched in a fine line around the thickness of my hand, then plunging back in, until I found that I had bored out an incredible tunnel through her, and to keep it that way, I reamed it again and again as I felt her body gather itself for orgasm. She threw her head back hard, eyes staring in a rictus of mad rapture.

"HRRRRRR!!! HURRRRRR!!!! GNNNNAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!!!!" She shrieked. My hair stood on end, her cry pieced my soul, and I wept with joy as she came. Body wrenching spasms flinging her onto me until I was scarily deep. I felt incredible rippling convulsions inside her, tensing and jolting along my forearm. It was as if my life had led only up to this point. 

I arm-fucked her through it, wincing with pain from her vicious rectal contractions. She was weeping too.

"I love you Nina."

"I love you Alan!"

Four hours ago Nina had been an employee, admittedly attractive, but except in my fantasies, no more than that. We were now inextricably joined, and not just by my slowly pumping fist in her now softened, trembling anal tunnel. With a sob of sorrow and joy that it had to happen, I came, thrashing my cock, spurting up her back, over her arse, into her hair, such was the force of it. My cum was thin, almost clear, but despite having so little time to replenish, I still soaked her. 

She moaned with such tenderness as I gently extracted three inches of forearm, and my hand from her arse. Held her open for a few moments, gazing enraptured into my lover's body, then I drew out my fingers, and watched the stretched out hole slowly closing, while Nina just rested, panting, chuckling with glee. 

"I don't think I've ever looked this far into to girl before," I husked, impressed. 

A final clenching pulse eventually hid her interior from my view. I sighed, happily, and lifted her onto the bed. 

We fell asleep amidst the funk and mess of our coupling, brand new lovers, resting only so that we could do it all over again as soon as possible.

She never came back to work for me again, but she moved in with me that same weekend.

THE END



An Office Affair



Dear Reader, This is a sequel to "Foreign Affair." Although it will stand alone, it's based upon events from that story which are not necessarily explained on their own merits here. I highly suggest you check that one out first, or reread it as I know it's been quite a while, before reading this. I hope you find it as delicious to read as it was to write. As always – feedback and votes appreciated.


Damn.

I glanced at my watch, bleary eyed and tired. 11:15 on a Thursday evening. I'd been here at work since 5 am, and barely 24 hours until the deadline. I glanced back at the page I was trying to proof read and immediately noticed a glaring error. "Funny," I thought, "I know I've looked at that paragraph at least two times and I haven't got a clue what it says. If I could just do something to wake up – maybe an hour more and I could be done for tonight." I knew that wasn't going to be, I was going to have to gut it out; I had to be done tonight, so everyone else could finish their part tomorrow. It was only going to make a few million dollars difference if we didn't finish on time, somehow I sort of thought THAT might be noticed. I sighed, leaned back, rubbed my eyes and tried to continue.

Leaning forward onto my knees once again to read the papers on the desk directly in front of me, I crossed my arms and my hands fit naturally to my own breasts. I rubbed my nipples, then unbuttoned two middle buttons on my shirt, reached inside and played with my nipples some more. I felt a vague thickening in my cock. " God would I love a blow job right now. Lean back and watch some sweetie licking my lollipop." I'd been fighting off being horny all afternoon. Now here it was approaching midnight. "What the hell," I thought. "I'm the only one in the building, I could just go on in to the bathroom; shit – as far as that goes there's nobody else here and I could do it right here...."

I clicked on the internet icon, and when yahoo came up, I immediately kicked myself. "You dumb fuck, you know better than that." If there's one thing absolutely verboten in most businesses it's browsing porn sites on the computers. I've always refrained from mixing business – and pleasure. I clicked on the messenger, but it showed nobody that I knew on line. "I wonder what Bridge is doing?" I thought. "Haven't talked to her in what, 6 months or more?" 

I'd been horny all afternoon. Working on this damn report hadn't been easy – besides being dry and boring I was just plain tired. 12 to 16 hour days for three weeks, come Monday I'd love to just never get out of bed. My hand dropped to my pants, I rubbed and squeezed my cock, which although it felt good, refused to grow anymore. I sighed, and leaned forward resting my head on the desk as I continued to try to read the unintelligible gibberish in my lap. I was just going to close my eyes for a second....

I awoke with a start and quick glance at the clock. 11:55, I don't know how long I'd dozed, but rather than refreshed after nearly 19 non-stop hours, the maybe half an hour of shut-eye had made me groggier. I really didn't realize I'd been woken up, until the computer chimed again. Glancing up, I was surprised to see who was on line.

Sweetlilmons: Hello Jim it's been quite some time. 

Sweetlilmons: Jim, Are you there?

I hadn't thought of her in ages, and here maybe only twenty to thirty minutes later she popped up online. 

Jim_Balloo: Yeah, I'm here. Sorry – I think I was dozing off.

Sweetlilmons: I haven't heard from you in long time.

Jim_Balloo: I know. Sorry, it's so hard with the time difference. We just never seem to cross paths. I thought of you just a little bit ago, your name popped into my mind.


Sweetlilmons: So many times I hope you are on line, but don't find you there. You make me entertain myself without your help LOL. Are you about to go to bed?

Jim_Balloo: No – but I wish I was. I'm still at work.


Sweetlilmons: Are you kidding? What time is it there?


Jim_Balloo: Midnight.


Sweetlilmons: Why so late? Are you not tired?


Jim_Balloo: Dead tired. I think I just fell asleep at my desk here. I remember looking at my watch at 11:15 or so, but I don't remember doing anything since. I've got some work I have to get finished before the guys come in tomorrow as we're up against a deadline. I'm so tired I can't see straight, but I know if I take a nap anywhere but right here in my chair I probably won't wake up until morning. That, and I've been horny all afternoon – can't keep my concentration on my work.


Sweetlilmons: Ummm. Maybe that's why I came and checked on line? You were thinking of me? Naughty thoughts I hope? LOL


Jim_Balloo: Of you? Always. LOL


Sweetlilmons: How naughty?


Jim_Balloo: I was thinking of someone crawling between my legs and making love to my cock.

Sweetlilmons: Oh, so you wanted me to be your personal cocksucker? LOL


Jim_Balloo: Absolutely.

Sweetlilmons: Some day. If we ever meet. I know you've got a tasty one. I want to do that.


Jim_Balloo: How do you know?

Sweetlilmons: I just know. Some one as fun as you has to be sweet. Are you going to take time out of your work to talk dirty to me?

Jim_Balloo: Are you alone?

Sweetlilmons: Not quite, but I can be soon. My daughter is going to spend the day with a friend and I'll be alone then. Can you wait half hour?

Jim_Balloo: Good, then I can take a nap in the meantime. I'm going to sit here in my chair and I'll let the chime wake me when you come back.

Sweetlilmons: Ok, I'll be back.


Jim_Balloo: Are you going to dress naughty?


Sweetlilmons: Dress? Who's going to be dressed? LOL


Jim_Balloo: Well, I'm at work, I can't exactly play like normal.


Sweetlilmons: Oh too bad, it's always more fun to be naked together. I'll be back


Jim_Balloo: c ya


I pushed my paper work aside, loosened the back screw so the chair allowed me to lean back more, kicked off my shoes, slid the chair back and put my feet up on the desk. I know it could not have been more than a few seconds and I was out like a light.


I awoke, to caresses; hands on my cheeks, a nose nuzzling the top of my head, then a kiss to my forehead. I opened my eyes as Bridge kissed my forehead, then my nose and then my lips. Her tongue penetrated my mouth, feeling funny upside down. I sucked her tongue and her hands slid down, unbuttoning my shirt then finding my nipples. Electric jolts sparked my cock to jump, unlike my self caresses earlier. I felt my cock growing, trapped sideways in my pants so I reached down and straightened it. Bridges long black hair stroked my face.

"I've got a surprise for you."

"Is it a good one?"

"I think you'll like it." She pulled back from caressing me, and as I turned my head to look at her, she walked around from behind my chair, swung one leg up and straddled me, sitting in my lap. Bridge was naked from the waist down, actually from the breasts down. Her breasts were covered by a scarf, wrapped from behind, crossed over her breasts and then tied back behind her neck. The scarf looked familiar, but I didn't think too much.

"Do you like?" she asked, "I shaved just for you." I looked between her legs to her "Sweet Lil' Mons." Straddling me as she was, her vagina gaped open just a touch, her otherwise brown skin disappearing into an inviting pink crevasse surrounding by two luscious petals that begged to be licked and sucked. Right at the top of her slit a tiny pink bud protruded, calling my tongue to touch it. I reached forward with my hands, slipping them under the scarf which easily slid up and away from my hands allowing me to cup her small, firm breasts and their rock hard nipples. "Oh" she inhaled as I tweaked them.

"You're so naughty!" I said, "Do you like it?"

"I think I do – I haven't got used to it yet, but it's so much easier to get slippery when I play with my toys – or other, real, things." She giggled.

"And do those other things like it naked too?" 

"I don't know – you're the first to see me like this." I reached a finger up and licked it then reached forward and rubbed it on the nub of her clit. "Ohhh," she moaned. She closed her eyes for a moment and I slipped a finger forward to slip between her pink lips, but she said "Not yet. I promised you." She reached over her shoulder, pulled the scarf over her head and untied it, sliding it from around her body, then in one motion slid back off me and again walked behind me.

"This will be fun," she said, "give me your hand." Taking my left hand she tied the scarf loosely around my wrist, and ducking down behind the chair reached over and took my right hand, pulling it back until she could also tie my other hand with the scarf, effectively pinning my hands behind my back – and my chair. After she secured my hands she rose back up, ran her fingers through my hair, and again kissed my forehead.

She kissed my eyes which I closed as she approached, then my nose again and slipped her tongue between my lips. Raising her tongue and lips back to my forehead, she wet her tongue, and began a long journey down my head, without raising her tongue she licked my forehead, nose, lips, chin and kept going right down my neck. She stopped once or twice as her tongue got too dry, then continued until she slid a little sideways to reach my nipple which she flicked with her tongue, then sucked and nipped with her teeth. Each nip with her teeth sent an electric shock through my cock which had now been hard since she suddenly appeared. She was now at the extent of her reach and still be able to have her feet on the floor, but she squirmed just a touch and suddenly her nipple was to my mouth. I greedily sucked and as she nipped my nipple I gently bit and held hers between my teeth. As she moved her nipple began to stretch.

"Naughty, Naugthy!" she giggled, then moved back a bit and slid her other nipple over for me to suck on. She stayed arched over me like this for just a moment, and then continued working her way downward. As she moved down my body, inverted, more and more weight was being applied to the chair. I moved my feet under the edge of the desk from on top to stabilize the chair from all her weight and to keep us from tipping over backward. Soon she reached my belly button, by now kneeling on the back of the chair, a knee on either side of my head, and her tongue pushed into my belly button as her hands, now freed from supporting herself, began to undo my belt and pants. It wasn't easy but she worked my pants down freeing my cock for her to play with. She continued her downward tongue bath, until she reached my cock, which obviously became the center of her universe.

Taking my cock in her mouth, she licked and sucked and made love to me. At first her body was well above my face, as I tried to rise to reach her with my own tongue, she would giggle and pinch my head between her legs. All I could do was lie there, allow her to suck my cock and look at her sweet naked pussy just inches above my face. I could see her glistening pussy lips and smell her delicious pussy odor, but she wouldn't let me touch her at first. Then she stopped holding just the head of my cock in her mouth, the tongue swirling around and around, and while she did this she lowered her pussy to my eagerly waiting mouth. I stuck my tongue out as much as possible, finally being able to just touch her clit. She stopped here, so the tip of my tongue to her clit was the only thing that could touch.

She let my cock fall out of her mouth. "My pussy is just as naked as my 6 year old daughter" she said. "I shaved last night and she came into the bathroom later on while I was taking a bath and immediately noticed. I guess a mother can't keep a secret from her daughter."

"I don't care about your daughter – right now all I want to do is eat you. I want to taste your pussy. I want to make you cum with my tongue. Come closer so I can slip my hard tongue into your pussy and taste your nectar."

She was holding my cock upright with one hand, licking and sucking, taking the head and most of the shaft into her mouth, then swirling her tongue around, occasionally popping it out to say "I love it when you talk dirty. I love it when you eat my pussy." By now she'd lowered herself to where I was giving her pussy as thorough a working over as she was giving my cock. I was sucking on her pussy lips, running my tongue as deep into her vagina as I could, licking and sucking and continually coming back to caress her bud with my tongue. I tried to nip it with my teeth, but couldn't get to it from this angle. The more I worked her clit and pussy, the more she sucked my cock, the closer we both got to orgasm. Her pussy which had been warm and tasty when we started was now dripping juices, and her moans were growing louder.

The whole time I'd been lying there with my arms behind me I'd been working the scarf, not that it was tied tightly or anything, it was just that from the angle I couldn't get fingers on it to get it loose, but finally with the twisting of my hands the knot came loose and my hands were free. I untied the other arm and dropped the scarf. I brought my arms up to the top side of the chair, grabbed her sweet ass and pulled her pussy closer to my face so I could really go to work on her. I slipped them up to her breasts and tweaked her nipples again, eliciting a groan of pleasure. I could feel the rising need in my cock, my day long horniness being sucked out through her expert mouth. She sensed my impending orgasm, pulling me out of her mouth and began to concentrate on the sweet spot just below the head, pushing against it as hard as possible with her tongue and lips, nibbling, licking, rubbing. Whereas before, with my cock in her mouth, I knew I would be coming in just seconds, this way it extended it out; I still knew I was going to come, but it was no longer the nearly instantaneous explosion that had been about to happen. A heat sensation began at the soft spot, swelling, rising, spreading throughout my cock, getting me closer and closer to a glorious orgasm, until finally I exploded, cum pouring onto my belly in great gobs, throb after throb of intense ectasy.

At the same time my tongue was finishing her off, her warm loins gradually becoming rigid around my head as my tongue teased and polished her joy stick; sucking her clit, licking and sucking her pussy and pussy lips, until she reached the peak and began to fall down the back side. A guttural gagging noise turned into an "OH.....OH.....OH..My GOD;" words that were so loud, so real, I awoke.

I opened my eyes, my feet still on top of the desk, my pants still on, my shirt still buttoned. The huge wet squishy area in the front of my pants let me know that I'd definitely orgasmed, but the dream woman that had been sucking my cock was gone. I swear I could taste her, the sweet nectar of her pussy caressing my taste buds, the odor of our sex filling my nose. I sat up; feeling more refreshed than I had in two days, and immediately noticed the typing on the screen:


Sweetlilmons: I'm back.

Sweetlilmons: Jim, you there?


Sweetlilmons: Hello Jim, wake up!


Sweetlilmons: Wake up!


Sweetlilmons: Wake up!


Sweetlilmons: Wake up Jim!


Sweetlilmons: Jim Wake up! I promised I'd wake you!


Sweetlilmons: Hello! Jim!


There was more of the same, for the equivalent of two pages. She'd obviously tried to wake me, all with no success. Finally her last entry:


Sweetlilmons: I'm so sorry Jim. I tried, but you wouldn't wake. I know you're still there, it says you on line. I so wanted to play, for some reason I've been thinking about you for two days now. I did something special, a surprise for you. I'm going to leave the computer on and take a nap and see if I can dream about you. IM me when you wake.

I glanced at the clock on the screen; 1:30. The mess in my pants wasn't going away. I got up, slipped my shoes on and went to the bathroom. My underwear were full of cum, more cum than I normally would have. I guess that's the point of a wet dream, you haven't cum in a while. I took my underwear off, washed up with a wet paper towel cleaned up as well as I could, then put my pants back on, going commando. For some reason I wadded my underwear up and stuck them in my pocket rather than just carrying them. I returned to my desk.

Jim_Balloo: Bridge, you there?

Jim_Balloo: Bridge?

Jim_Balloo: Hello?

I entered the same thing two or three more times before suddenly she answered.


Sweetlilmons: You woke up.


Jim_Balloo: Yeah, thanks for trying. I knew I was tired, just didn't think I wouldn't wake up to the chimes.


Sweetlilmons: I felt so bad – I know you said you had work to do.


Jim_Balloo: Well, at least I'm not horny anymore, LOL.

Sweetlilmons: Why's that?


Jim_Balloo: Because you gave me that blow job you promised, at least in my dream.

The screen was silent for quite a while.

Jim_Balloo: Bridge, you there?

Sweetlilmons: Yes


Jim_Balloo: What happened?


Sweetlilmons: You dreamed me?


Jim_Balloo: Yes, I dreamed you. I dreamed you were here with me, that you tied me to my chair and climbed over the top and gave me a blow job. When I came, I woke up, so I guess I had a wet dream.


Again, she didn't immediately respond

Jim_Balloo: Bridge?

Sweetlilmons: Sorry, I was think. I took a nap and had a dream too, I dreamed you too. I wanted to play naughty with you and when you didn't answer I laid down on my couch and fell asleep dreaming of you. I got naked for you too, just the way you like to imagine me.

Jim_Balloo: We're you completely naked?


Sweetlilmons: I was not to start with.


Jim_Balloo: Were you wearing a scarf, wrapped across your breasts, and tied behind your neck?


Sweetlilmons: How did you know? Is that how you imagined me?


Jim_Balloo: And you had a surprise for me? A naked surprise?


Sweetlilmons: Yes

The hair on the back of my neck had begun to rise somewhere in there. By now that twilight zone eerie feeling was sending chills down my back.


Jim_Balloo: And we got naked and pleasured each other? You crawled on top of me in my chair and gave me a blow job while I licked your clit?


Sweetlilmons: Yes.


Jim_Balloo: Did I come in your mouth?


Sweetlilmons: No, I have a little trick that my mens really like that I do.


Jim_Balloo: Oh my god, I think it happened again.


Sweetlilmons: I think so too. I can't find my scarf.

I immediately looked around, that eerie feeling sending goosebumps down my arms and chills down my back. Nothing to be seen.

Jim_Balloo: Well, not that I really BELIEVED that it would be, but I don't see any sign of it here.

Sweetlilmons: I don't see it either. 

We talked for just a little bit more, but as I was once again wide awake, at least for now, I told her I couldn't keep playing, I had to get back to work. I promised that, if I was awake I'd try and contact her the next night, her Sunday morning. The now over two hour interlude was just what the Doctor ordered, with a little sleep, a little "tension relief" and suddenly everything came together. Just a little over an hour later, about 3, I got the final print out, put it on the team e-mail and a hard copy on the leader's desk and headed off. As I walked to the front of the office, I saw lights on so I poked my head into the other offices to see why. I found a middle aged woman with a name tag that said "Millie" on it cleaning offices.

"Oh, Hello," I said, "I didn't realize there was anyone here!" She looked up, a Mona Lisa, enigmatic smile passing across her face.

"Every night – eleven to seven."

"I didn't realize that – guess I've never been here in the wee hours before."

"No, can't say as I've seen you before either. Only two or three times have I ever actually had anyone "working" late before." There was a hard accent on the way she said "working."




An Office Affair



"Well, I'm headed out, see if I can get at least a little shut eye before I come back tomorrow." I started to walk away.

"You have a nice night. Are you both gone now?" I stopped.

"What's that?" I questioned, turning back to see what she was talking about.

"Both of you? You and the young lady?"

"Huh?" I questioned again, not yet understanding.

"You know, well..." she stammered, "I mean I wasn't trying to pry or snoop but it's normally deserted up here and I heard her cry out.... Well, I mean I went over to your side a while ago and found your lights on so figured you must be here. I mean, it's OK with me, I'm a grown adult and you didn't know I was here." I guess I was looking at her dumbfounded, slowly putting two plus two together – and not understanding the answer.

"Just what cry out did you here that made you think someone else was here?" I asked, not accusing, just asking.

She didn't answer at first, embarrassed flush rising in her neck and cheeks, then said "I'm not accusing anyone of anything mind you, but I heard a woman's voice say "Oh my GOD! And it sounded to me like she was having an orgasm."

I know I flushed. The heat in my own face and neck had to have come from somewhere. The answer was still four, only now with four decimal points accenting the fact. But the reality was, despite what I felt to have been real, couldn't possibly have been real, and she couldn't possibly have heard anything....could she?

"I don't know what you heard," I glanced again at her name tag, "Millie, but I've been alone since about 7. There's been no one else here."

She shrugged her shoulders. "Ok, whatever you say. As I said, it doesn't matter to me, adults are adults and they can do whatever they want." I heard her hard accent on the "they" this time, implying that "they" was "me."

I turned, to leave again. "But," she continued, and I turned slightly to face her once more, "You may want to give this back to the young lady that wasn't here," she finished, drawing her hand from the bag hanging on the side of cleaning cart and holding out the scarf that I'd seen in my dream.



An Office Affair



When she walked through the door he couldn't help but feel her eyes upon him, so he looked up and returned the stare. She was cute, curvy in all the right places, and held a mystery behind those dark blue eyes. With a flutter of her lashes she quickly averted her eyes. He'd caught her looking and he smiled to himself. She had been checking him out. He calmed himself and remained cool, walking past her and ever so slightly looking towards her out of the corner of his eye. She was not only cute, but sexy. Her walk, the way she tried not to notice him but did; everything about this curvaceous woman was entwined in a ball of wonton desire. 

He tried not to think of her, but on nights when things got a bit too lonely and his girlfriend just didn't seem to fulfill him, he'd often imagine her in his bed. His hands brushing the soft curve of her full breasts. Then his fingers splaying over her tummy and down and around those luscious hips. It was enough to make him hard. Enough of the fantasy was there when he needed her. Her lips would wrap around his member and he'd softly whisper her name until at last his body shook and he came. He often wondered if she thought about him in the same way?

His office was right next to hers, so there was no way to avoid her. They had to work together. 

He often filled his days with a few peeks of her bent over the latest project or typing at her computer. She seemed different lately; troubled? He wasn't sure?  He knew she was married and he shouldn't delve into her personal life, but lately no ring was worn on her left hand. The changes didn't stop there either. She'd lost weight and seemed curvier than ever. The weight loss only accentuating her figure and the low cut blouses she wore didn't help to curb his appetite for looking. 

Today like any other day the desire to have her was there. He followed her down the hall saying his usual hellos to all of the staff. His mind drifted as he watched her walk. His eyes followed the sway of her hips, then up along her back to the way her ponytail bobbed as she walked. He longed to run his fingers through it, kiss the side of her sexy neck and slide his hands under her shirt to cup her breasts from behind. He shook his head to clear the fog and quickly clasped his hands in front of him to hide his erection. Damn. He had to get this under control. There was only one way to clear his head. He had to have her. He'd have to fuck her and he'd have one hell of a time doing those wicked, naughty things to her he'd only dreamed about. But how? How would he convince her to cross that line? How would he convince her to cheat?

He sat down at his desk in his office. His fingers poised over the home keys, he was ready to begin his report when he heard a rap on his office door. It was her. He swallowed hard. She was frowning. She was not her normal self. She didn't even attempt a fake smile. She told him that she resented the decision he had made without her about a matter that concerned their work team in the office. She made her point without raising her voice, but the sexual tension was far too much to him to handle. He snapped. He yelled and she waved him away and started back to her office. He followed her. He continued his rant. She settled down in front of her computer, and silently began typing. He then decided it was best to calm himself and quickly walk away. 

That day was spent questioning himself as he tried to do his job. Why had he reacted so vehemently towards her when she was just trying to voice her side? He worried about it all through lunch. He watched her in the lunch room as she tried to focus on her frozen dinner. She wouldn't even meet his gaze. It was over for him. He'd never win her over now. All that lust, desire, need, want; if it had ever been there for her, it was surely gone now. As the day ended, he found himself wanting to approach her, but he didn't know what to say. So he made his way to his truck and left without saying a thing. 

While at home he sat down to watch TV and have a beer, but nothing seemed to interest him. His girlfriend tried to engage him in some conversation, but he told her he was just too tired and went to bed early. While laying in bed, he thought about her and the hurt expression that he could read all over her face. He tried to imagine every scenario that had ever gone through his head all those times he'd masturbated with her image in his mind. She was bent over his desk, she was under him on the bed, she was on top of him in the supply room, and his favorite was when she sucked him off in the stairwell. These would all fade away with time. Things would be back to normal and the fantasies would end. One thing he was sure of though; he had to apologize to her. If they were ever going to continue working peacefully together, he had to make sure they were okay. 

He got to work early the next day, and luckily she had gotten there early too. The office was pretty much barren, except for the two of them. He made sure of that before he made his approach. If things went badly, he certainly didn't want a scene. He checked the hallway one more time before he started to enter her office. There was no one. Just then he turned around and bumped right into her. They both said, "Excuse me" at the same time and she actually chuckled a bit. He took her arm and pinned her slightly in the doorway and said her name. 

"Yes?" was her reply. 

"I just wanted to say I'm very sorry I blew up at you yesterday. It bothered me all day and night. I'm very, very sorry."

Her eyes fluttered as she looked up at him. He couldn't tell what she was thinking. Was she doubting his sincerity? He leaned in closer looking into her eyes. 

"I'm sorry too. I just think these things should be discussed at our team meetings. Not decided by one individual."

"I understand that." He found himself rubbing her shoulder and leaning in even closer. Her eyes didn't move and she stared directly into his soul. Those beautiful blue eyes held him captive and he couldn't control himself as his body moved in even closer and he shut the door behind them with his leg. He began kissing her passionately and he found her very responsive; returning the pressure of her lips on his. Her arms wrapping around his back. Her breathing was quickening.  He undressed her quickly. His hands roaming every inch of her body until she sighed and moaned. He bent her over her desk just as he imagined. He held a firm full breast in his hand as he unzipped his pants, took out his engorged cock and slowly slid it inside her warm wetness. She gasped at first and then took him full on, matching the rhythm with her own hips. His fingers pinched and pulled her nipples and he could see her biting her bottom lip in the mirror behind her desk. It was a poor attempt at keeping herself silent for when the orgasm hit her she moaned and knocked the pencil holder and paper weight off of her desk. He pulled out as quickly as he could and came all over her round ass. He then straightened himself, grabbed some tissues to clean up his mess, kissed the small of her back, zipped up and slowly made his way to the door.

"Wait."

"Yes, my dear?"

"When can we do this again?"

He smiled as he crossed the room to kiss her forehead. "Get dressed. I'll meet you outside after work. We'll decide then." She smiled back at him as she watched him leave and breathed a sigh of relief when he gave the thumbs up that they were still alone.



An Office Affair



I woke up when Alex started stirring in the bed next to me. Sunlight was streaming through the picture window on the east wall warming the bed and causing the golden strands of her hair to glisten. She was slowly sitting up when I opened my eyes. 

"Sorry," she said softly. "I didn't mean to wake you." 

The bed sheet fell away from her body as she leaned to kiss me. Her full, naked breasts loomed inches from my feet. Alex rarely bothered to wear anything to bed when she was sleeping over. 

"What time is it?" I asked. 

"A little past six. All the sun woke me up. I can never get used to it. I have dark shades at my place." 

She got out of the bed. The sunlight seemed to reflect off her pale, nude body as she walked towards the window and glanced out at the morning. 

"Why don't you come back to bed?" I asked. 

"No," she responded. "I can't sleep. I was just going to take a shower and head in to work." 

"It's so early," I said through a yawn. 

"I know, but I've got stuff I can work on. I'm gonna take a shower. Go back to sleep." 

I watched as she glided across the floor and disappeared into the bathroom. For a moment, I thought of following her. A little romp in the shower would be fun. I laid still for too long before moving though, and sleep took me back. 

********************* 

When I woke again Alex had retuned to the bedroom. She was walking around gathering her things. Her makeup was done perfectly—mascara, eye shadow, and bright red lipstick on her full, pouty lips. She had on nylons and black, frilly slip. I watched as she stepped into the burgundy sheath dress she'd hung in my closet before going to bed. She walked over to the full-length mirror and stood in front of it as she pulled her hair back with a black clip. She always reminded me of Grace Kelly. A picture of beauty and eloquence. 

Physically, she was flawless. She was tall with beautiful gold hair that came just past her chin. Her eyes were an icy shade of blue that always drew me in. Her body was long and lean with a perfect, round ass and very full breasts. 

On top of that, she was a great person to be around. We always had fun together. She was about five years older than me, but never stopped us from getting along fabulously. We loved to joke around with one another and had a similar wicked sense of humor—although Alex was a little better at keeping hers under control around our co-workers. 

Laying there in bed watching her primp made me lust for her. 

"You sure you can't come back to bed?" I asked. 

She flashed me a quick smile in the mirror. 

"I'm all ready to go now," she said. 

"I am too," I said while nodding towards the bulge in the covers. 

She giggled. 

"You know that isn't what I mean. Can you come zip me up?" 

I slowly got out of bed to help her with her dress. I walked over slowly and put my arms around her waist. I rested my chin on her shoulder and kissed her cheek. The sight of the two of us in the mirror made me smile. 

We'd been seeing each other for close to a year. Love had never entered the equation, although I felt that I could love her. If she felt the same way she'd never admitted it. As far as I knew, she didn't want our relationship to go any farther. Just sex and friendship. She didn't need any more from me. She had a husband for the other stuff. 

As we stood in front of the mirror, I rubbed my hardening cock against her slip covered ass. 

"Please come back to bed, honey," I said. 

She smiled wickedly. 

"Mmm," she said. "You know I'd like to. But I'm all cleaned up now. Come on. Be a good boy and zip my dress." 

I leaned forward to kiss her. 

"No," she said with a giggle. "You'll mess my makeup." 

"Fine," I said. "Not your face." 

She leaned her head to the side and allowed me to kiss her neck. I inched my lips down towards her clavicle. 

Alex sighed softly. 

"Oh, what are you doing?" she asked. "You're not fixing my dress." 

I pushed her dress off her shoulders and it fell in a heap to the floor.

"It's fixed," I said. 

I pulled her body tightly against my own. I started to grind my hard cock against her ass. It slid about easily against the smooth fabric of her slip. My hands slid up her body and cupped her breasts. She tossed her head back and let out a throaty laugh. 

"Oh, you're just not gonna take 'no' for an answer this morning, are you?" she said. 

I responded by kissing her neck again. That always drove her wild. She sighed deeply and reached back to run her fingers through my hair. She kissed my temple. 

"Uh-uh," I said. "You're going to mess up your makeup." 

"Fuck my makeup," she said in a throaty voice. 

"I'd rather fuck you," I said. 

Alex freed herself from my grasp and turned to face me. We embraced one another and exchanged a slow, passionate kiss. I sucked on her bottom lip as she probed my mouth with her tongue. She started pushing me back towards the bed. 

"How is it that I got out of bed an hour early," she started to ask, "yet I'm still going to end up being late for work?" 

"Well, if your worried, we can stop," I joked. 

"Not a chance," she said as she gave me a hard shove. I stumbled back the last couple of steps and took a hard seat on the bed. I sat watching as Alex slid the straps of her slip off and then shimmied out of it. Her lacy brown bra barely contained her large tits. I could see her big pink nipples through the thin fabric. Her deep brown panties were equally lacy and I could see her curly blond bush through the fabric. 

Alex slowly pulled the bra down and allowed her breasts to spill out. The woman was effortlessly sensual in everything that she did. She reached behind her back and unclasped the garment and then cast it away. She hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her panties and slowly slid them down her long slender legs. Then she casually strolled over to me wearing nothing but her black thigh-high stockings. 

"I really did have a lot of stuff to do this morning," she said in a husky voice. "You better make this one worth being late." 

I was happy to take her up on the challenge. She placed a hand on my shoulder to balance herself as she straddled me on the edge of the bed. Her wet mound rubbed across my cock causing a sigh to slip from my lips. I took her breast in my hand and brought it to my lips. I sucked on her nipple until she moaned loudly. 

"Put your cock in me," she whispered. 

"Are you sure you're ready?" I asked jokingly. 

"Don't play games with me, son," she said with a smirk. She wrapped her long fingers around my shaft and guided it into her. We both grunted as I worked it up into her cunt. 

Alex started rocking back and forth slowly. She wrapped her arms around my neck and then leaned back as she slowly rode up and down on my cock. She shook her head from side to side and the sunlight glistened off of her hair. 

I knew she would cum right away. Alex was always multi-orgasmic and the first one usually came right off the bat. She started to moan loudly and closed her eyes. She uttered a few dirty words before she became unintelligible. Seconds later she was climaxing. She leaned forward rapidly, crushing herself against my body. We kissed one another hungrily as she came. 

"Alright," she said as it subsided. "Now let's do you." 

She pushed me onto my back. Still straddling me, she started to rock back and forth on my cock one more. Her slick pussy slid up and down my rod easily. 

"You like the way that feels?" she asked. She knew that dirty talk drove me wild. 

"You like it in my pussy?" 

I couldn't say anything so I just nodded. 

"You're cock feels sooooooo good," she moaned. "It's so perfect for my cunt." 

Things just got filthier from there as she continued to ride me. I sat up and wrapped my arms around her body, pulling it down to me. Her breasts crushed against my bare chest. She started fucking me harder, rubbing her hard nipples against my body. Her hair slung around wildly, hitting me in the face. She kissed my neck and bit it a little bit as our hips started to move faster and faster. My cock slipped in and out of her hot pussy. I could feel myself losing control. 

"Oh fuck," she cried out. "I'm gonna cum again." 

I was right there with her. As Alex started to quiver again, my cock exploded. I shot my cum up insider her as I continued to thrust. 

The two of us collapsed into a heap in the bed. We kissed feverishly for a few minutes more. 

"I guess I need another shower," Alex said finally. 

"We're kind of pressed for time. Why don't I join you?" I asked. 

"I'm not sure we'd get very clean that way," she said. 

"Do you give a damn?" 

"Not really," she responded. 

We made our way across the bedroom. Our hands roamed one another's body freely. I slammed her against the door to the bathroom and slipped my tongue into her mouth. Two fingers worker their way up her thigh and into her pussy. 

"The shower," she groaned. "Lets get in the shower." 

We got across the large bathroom and into the tub. Alex slid the door shut and turned the knobs. Hot streams of water cascaded over our naked bodies. 

My fingers were still buried in her pussy. Alex grabbed the washrag and covered it with soap. She wrapped it around my engorged cock and started working it up and down. I groaned loudly as she pumped my shaft. 

Alex put her back against the wall of the shower and continued to jerk my cock. I worked a third finger into her pussy and pistoned them in and out as we kissed. She dropped the rag and tightened her grip on me. She gave the base a hard squeeze then moved her hand up and massaged the head. A loud groan escaped my lips. 

"I wanna fuck you again," I gasped. 

"We don't have time," she said. "Just cum for me now. Cum on my belly." 

She pulled the head of my cock even with her navel and pumped it harder. I started slamming my fingers up in her as my thumb played with her clit. I was determined to make her cum first. 

"Cum for me," she said over and over. "Cum on my tummy." 

I kept trying to make her get off first, but it was useless. Her expert hand toyed with the head of my cock and I felt myself getting weak in the knees. My balls seized and I exploded. Gobs of thick cum spurted onto her bare tummy. I gave her clit a hard pinch as I climaxed and that set her off. She leaned forward and buried her face against my shoulder as she cried out. 

************** 

We actually did manage to clean up after that. Alex re-did her hair and make up and put on her dress again. This time, I helped her zip it up for real. She put on a black blazer and heels with the burgundy dress. I sat putting on my socks while she got her purse and headed for the door. She always liked to leave a little before me. Alex was constantly afraid of arousing the suspicions of our co-workers. 

She gave me a quick peck on the cheek and then grabbed her wedding ring off the table by the door. She always took it off when she came over. 

"See you at work," she said with a smile. 

************ 

An hour and a half later I was sitting in the crowded conference room for the morning meeting. I gazed at Alex in the far corner. She didn't return my stare. Ever since our affair had commenced, she'd behaved very professionally at work to prevent anyone from suspecting what was going on between us. 

Alex moved to the front of the room and started to drone through her daily reports. My mind started drifting away as I watched her. 

*********** 

I'd never meant to the become the male equivalent of a home wrecker. Things had sort of just happened between Alex and I. We both got along so well and we'd both needed something extra in our lives. Her husband was very career oriented and always on the road. She needed some company on the lonely nights. 

As for me, I was just heartbroken. I had Heather to blame for that. Most days I felt like shit for having a long term affair with another mans wife. I had nobody to blame for that but myself. I was the weak one. But it was Heather who had caused that weakness. 

I glanced across the room to the area where she used to sit. I knew she wasn't there. Since being transferred to another department she had no reason to waste her time in these meetings anymore. 

I couldn't remember when I'd actually fallen for Heather. Certainly there had been a time when I could pass her in the hall without my heart starting to race. I'd noticed her from the first day she started work. In a company where eighty percent of the employees are old male and most of the others are old, it's hard not to notice when a single woman joins the ranks. 

On Heather's first day, her boss brought her into the morning meeting and introduced her as the new finance representative to our group. I was sitting next to Alex that morning—it was well before our relationship outside the office had began, so we were still pretty chummy at work. She called Heather over to sit with us. Alex was always happy to have another woman around and acted like the welcoming committee every time a new one was hired. 

My first impression was that there was absolutely nothing extraordinary about Heather, except for the fact she was female. She looked to be a few years older than me—probably in her late twenties. She had short, brown chin-length hair with bangs. She wore small glasses with a silver frame, stood about 5'4" tall and had a trim body with small breasts and a bit of a ghetto ass. She was dressed in a rather plain green button down blouse and khaki pants. I recalled introducing myself to her, but I couldn't remember being wowed by her right away. 

Over the next few months I had to work closely with Heather. I routinely spent several hours with her each week. Initially, I had the same impression of her personality as I did of her clothes. She was very quiet and soft spoken. She always acted very professionally and never went out of her way to be social to anyone. She also never commented when I'd share gossip or let off steam complaining about another co-worked. She seemed very bland—at least in the beginning. 

After a while, though, I started to notice small things. Although she was never flashy, her clothes were definitely unique—there was an understated style to the way she dressed. I also noticed her jewelry. It was always silver, and she often wore very quirky rings on her thumbs and toes. Her shoes were equally quirky. She even started putting blonde highlights in her hair. 

I learned little bits about her personality, also. Her last job had been with a small private company. As the owner approached retirement age, he'd been less responsible. His plan was to sell the company and he didn't care what kind of condition it was in at the time. Heather had decided to leave on her own terms rather than wait for the place to go belly up. The fact that she'd just ended a long term relationship with a guy she'd discovered to be a secret cocaine user made the decision to get out of town easier for her. 

The more time I spent around her, the more I realized I'd been wrong about her personality. She had a quick, vicious wit that she only shared with those she trusted. Although she was shy and subdued on the surface, she also had a wild streak. She enjoyed going out for drinks and dancing. She even had a tattoo—a dragon on the small of her back. 

Eventually, we started to become very social with one another at work. I often sat alongside Heather in meetings and we'd get lunch together on occasion. Any time I heard a new rumor about someone getting fired or promoted, I'd share it with Heather right away. We even started going out together on the weekends and getting dinner or catching a movie. 

With all the time we were spending together, it shouldn't have been a surprise that I fell for Heather. As I sat in the conference room watching Alex speak, I still couldn't put a precise date on when it had happened. All I knew was that sometime in the spring—maybe six months after Heather had joined the company—I had developed a serious crush. Suddenly I didn't feel comfortable talking to her. I felt the need to plan out every conversation we might have in my head before hand. My palms got sweaty and my heart raced when I was near her. I even found myself timing my arrival at work every morning on the off chance I might bump into her on the walk in. 

I started to ask her out more frequently. I never indicated that I wanted to date her. Heather had never shown an interest in me and I knew from past conversations that she didn't believe in workplace romance or dating younger guys, so that was two strikes against me. Plus, she was still a little hung up on her ex-boyfriend. 

So we continued to hang out as friends. Mostly, we'd go to her house, rent a movie, order a pizza and have a few drinks. I had fun, but I was always nervous. I found myself studying her every move and committing them to memory. I loved the way she laughed. I knew exactly what she would say in most situations. I liked the way she sighed and yawned and rolled her eyes and swept the hair out of her face. When we sat next to each other on her couch, I loved the way her body felt against mine. I longed to touch her. I longed to kiss her. I longed to take her to bed. 

Finally, as summer rolled around, I decided I couldn't take it any longer. I sat in the morning meeting that day staring at her like I was star struck. I already knew every inch of her body by heart. I knew the way her green eyes twinkled. I knew the way her bosom heaved with each breath. I had to tell her. 

"What are your plans tonight?" I asked as the meeting broke up. 

She looked absolutely fabulous. She was wearing faded blue jeans, brown heeled boots, a white button down shirt and white button down sweater that came down past her ass. Her streaked hair was pulled back in a clip. She looked conservative and sexy at the same time. 

"I'm not doing anything," she said. "You want to come over and get a movie?" 

I quickly accepted. That night I went over to her place shortly after work. She'd already ordered a pizza. We sat on her couch drinking beer and eating. Heather went to the movie in the DVD player and I stopped her. 

"We need to talk," I said. 

And then I confessed. I told her everything. I told her how I felt about her. I told her how I loved every beautiful hair on her head. How I loved her bright eyes and her smile. How I loved her sense of humor and the way she giggled and the way she pouted when she was upset and the way she stretched when she yawned. 

Heather listened to every word I said. She was amazed. She just stared at me speechless for several moments. 

Finally, I took the initiative. I leaned close to Heather and took her chin in my hands. I guided my lips to meet hers. I kissed her softly. For a moment there was nothing, and then she was kissing back. Her lips parted and my tongue slid into her mouth. 

When the kiss broke we just stared at one another. I loved looking at her. Every detail of her face mesmerized me. Her short, wild hair was flawless. Every little freckle beneath her eyes seemed to be perfection. Her jeans hugged her ass nicely. Her fitted white shirt was unbuttoned just enough go accentuate her small breasts wonderfully. 

I reached over and grabbed either side of her sweater. I pulled Heather to me. Our lips met again and this time the kiss was longer. There was more passion. 

I started to slide the sweater off her shoulder than changed my mind and went for the blouse. We stopped kissing and sat staring into one another's eyes, both of us breathing deeply, as I slowly unbuttoned the white shirt. She wore a thin white bra with a lacy overlay that clasped in the front. Her small breasts rose up and down with each breath she took. I reached to her face and slowly removed her glasses. Without them, she was even more gorgeous. I placed them on the end table. I unclipped her hair and it fell down around her face. Then I placed my hands on each cheek and gave her a soft kiss on the lips. 




An Office Affair



I withdrew my face and we stared into one another's eyes again. Neither of us looked down when I unclasped her bra. Heather's small, perky tits sprung free. I leaned forward slowly and took an erect, pink nipple between my lips. I teased it with my tongue and nipped with teeth. Heather slid her fingers through my hair and moaned softly, encouraging me. 

My cock had become rock hard. I was dying to move to the bedroom. Heather's eyes were filled with lust. She took my hand and led the way. When we got there, every bit of her conservative workplace demeanor seemed to evaporate. She became very assertive. 

The speed of everything took me by surprised. She came right at me and started opening the buttons on my shirt. She slid it off my shoulder and ran her fingers over my chest as we kissed. Heather nibbled on my lower lip as I slipped her sweater, blouse, and bra off in one motion. 

I took a seat on the edge of the bed and drew her to me. I took each of her breasts in my hand and drew them to my lips. Again, I toyed with her nipples, lavishing attention on each of them with my tongue. 

As I continued to tease her nipples, Heather unfastened her jeans and wiggled out of them. Her panties were plain white satin. She removed those a second later exposing a thick, dark bush that covered her pussy. 

Heather continued to take charge of the situation. She dropped to her knees in front of me and opened my belt. She unfastened my pants and pulled them down along with the dark silk boxers I was wearing. My swollen cock sprang free. It was rigid as it awaited her touch. 

She wrapped her hands around my shaft and then straddled me. My cock was mashed in between our two naked bodies as we kissed. She stroked it, making it nice and hard. My hands wandered over her body and caressed every inch of her bare flesh. I kneaded her tits, massaged her wide hips and grabbed her ample ass. 

Our kissing became more aggressive as we sucked each other's lips and started to nip gently. 

"I want you to fuck me," she whispered in my ear. The strong language caught me off guard—I'd only heard her use "the f word" a couple of times in the past. 

I slid my hand beneath her bare ass and lifted gently. Heather's body shifted forward. She directed my cock into her wet cunt. She was so tight that it took a minute for me to get in, but it was worth the wait. She fit me like a glove. I immediately felt like I was in heaven. 

Heather wrapped her arms tightly around my neck and laid her head on my shoulder. Her tongue played games with my ear as I started to rock her back and forth on my shaft. I wanted to go slow. I wanted it to be soft and special and magical, but in the end I couldn't restrain myself and neither could she. 

After just a few stroked I stood up. Heather wrapped her legs around me. I spun about and put deposited her on her back in the bed. She kept her legs around me, locked like a vice grip, as I started to pound my cock into her. She moaned my name loudly, spurring me onward. 

"Fuck me harder," she said in her soft southern accent. She dug her nails into the flesh of my back when I obliged. 

Our bodies started moving faster. We built up a rhythm and seemed to be moving in unison. Heather got louder and louder, actually screaming my name. My body started to quiver. She was thrusting her hips upward, forcing my cock deeper, when suddenly she froze. Her eyes closed and her body started to convulse as she climaxed. 

I continued fucking her intensely as she came. In a matter of seconds I'd driven myself over the edge. My cock exploded and my cum streamed into Heather's pussy. 

We collapsed into bed together. I was elated. I'd been longing for her for quite some time, and now I finally had her. We lay silently for a few minutes before we started touching one another again. I found myself growing hard. I rolled back on top and easily slid my cock inside her. Neither of us uttered a word as we looked into each other's eyes and I fucked her with an intensity I'd never dreamed possible. My cock pounded in an out of her again and again in frenzied pace, and when I climaxed again it was even better than the first. We continued making love to one another for hours before finally giving in to exhaustion and falling asleep in one another's arms. 

It was midmorning when I woke up on Saturday. Heather was already awake but still in bed. I kissed her good morning and things quickly progressed. We ended up making love for what seemed like the hundredth time. Afterwards I couldn't wipe the smile off my face. We went out to breakfast and I dropped her at home. I walked her to the door, kissed her goodbye, and once again we ended up in bed together. When I finally left we'd made plans to see each other again that night. 

I went home and slept most of the day away. We'd been up pretty late, and even after Heather had drifted off to sleep I'd spent most of the night just laying beside her quietly and watching over her. I took a shower when I got up and got dressed nicely. The plan was to pick her up and have a nice dinner. At least, that was the plans we'd made at breakfast. 

When I arrived, Heather answered the door dressed in faded jeans and a dark blue, velvet top. 

"You don't look very dressy," I said. "Change of plans?" 

"Yes," she responded. "I don't want to go out." 

"That's fine," I said with a smile. "I can think of plenty of things to do without leaving the houses." I stepped towards her and attempted a kiss, but she pulled away. 

"No," she said. "I don't mean out to dinner. I mean, I don't think it's good to go out with you. I don't think this is good. Last night was a mistake." 

My heart started racing as she continued to talk, but most of it was a blur to me. She mentioned how she wasn't ready for a relationship. She mentioned the complexities of working together. In the end, she said she wanted to remain friends and forget about what had happened. 

***************** 

Sitting in the conference room I thought back to that night. I remembered leaving Heather's house with tears in my eyes. I remember being angry because she wasn't crying. I got home somehow, but I couldn't recall the drive. 

The next few days were hell. Heather acted like nothing had happened between us. She really expected us to go on behaving like friends. She talked the same and even invited me over to her house on occasion. Sometimes I would make excuses, but most of the time I accepted. Partly, because I just wanted to be around her, but also because I didn't want to look weak. She handled everything so easily and I didn't want to look like I had been hurt by her decision. 

That's when things between Alex and I began. I'd always been attracted to her, but she was married and several years older, so I never thought anything of it. Even though she was in management, we had a great, open rapport. I joked around with her frequently and we even flirted occasionally. I often found myself stealing glances at her across a room—noticing when her skirt rode up a bit, or the way her breasts strained against her blouse. 

After Heather rejected me, I took on a different disposition at work. I still got my job done, but I was much less gregarious. For the most part, nobody noticed. Nobody except for Alex. A few weeks had passed before she finally brought it up. 

"You've been moping around here for a month," she stated one day. "What's wrong with you?" 

"Nothing," I said and tried to walk off. 

"That's bullshit," was her response. "What is it? Girl problems?" 

I didn't say anything, but she must have noticed a change in my expression. 

"That's it, huh?" 

I nodded. 

"You can't let that get you so down, honey," she said. "Someone else will come along." 

"This one was special," I said. 

Alex frowned at me for a minute. She tapped her pen to her lips and looked up at the ceiling as if thinking about something. 

"OK," she said. "This is what we're going to do. It's Thursday. Tommy's Pub up the road has a great happy hour after work. We'll get some people together and go out for drinks." 

I tried my best to protest. I didn't really feel like going out, but Alex was pushy. Finally, I gave in and after work a crowd of us met at the pub. Alex, of course, had no idea that Heather was the girl I was hung up on, so she invited her along. That pretty much ruined any chance I had of cheering up, so I decided to get drunk. 

We all ordered some dinner and while most people had two or three drinks, I had seven. When people started to break off at the end of the evening there was no chance I could drive myself home. 

"Come with me," Alex said. "I'll give you a ride." 

"You don't have to do that," I said. "I'll call a friend or something. Get home to your husband." 

"I don't mind," she said. "My husband is always on the road during the week. I only see him on the weekends." 

Alex let me out to her BMW convertible and drove me home. When we got there I invited her in to see the place. As I showed her around, I couldn't help noticing how spectacular she looked. She was dressed in button down shirt with light blue and black pin stripes and a solid white collar and cuffs. Her suit was black and the skirt stopped well above her knees. Her blouse was open enough that I could see the swell of her cleavage and the lace of her frilly black brassiere. I was getting an eyeful when Alex interrupted me. 

"I know you're drunk, but that's no excuse to stare," she said with a giggle. 

My head snapped up and I blushed. 

"I wasn't," I stammered. 

Alex smiled, trying to prevent an awkward scene. 

"Bullshit," she said. "You stare all the time," she said with a giggle. "You're just usually a little more discreet." 

I could feel myself blushing again. 

"You looked like a deer in the headlights," she continued. "They're just tits. I'm sure you've seen some before." 

"Of course I have," I said defiantly. "I've just never seen those." 

"Well, they're just like all the others," she said with a smile. 

"No," I said quickly. "THOSE are spectacular." 

Now it was her turn to blush. 

"Stop it," she said. 

"I'm not kidding," I said. "There is nothing on you that isn't spectacular." 

Alex looked down at the floor and continued to blush. The alcohol seemed to embolden me. I took a step towards her. She looked up and I gazed into her icy blue eyes. I took her hand in my own. 

"Your body is spectacular, Alex. Your breasts are spectacular. Your legs, your ass, your lips, your hair—all spectacular." 

I could feel my heartbeat speeding up. Alex seemed like she was in a trance. She was hanging on my every word. 

"Do you know find myself staring at you all the time, Alex?" I asked. 

"I see you sometimes," she whispered. 

"Do you like it?" I asked. 

"I guess I do," she stammered. The confident business woman had suddenly transformed into a tongue-tied school girl. 

"I like to look," I said. "I like to look at your body. I love to stare at your long legs. I love watch your ass wiggle beneath your skirt. I love to look at your breasts move when you walk. I like to think about you naked. I like to wonder what it would be like to touch your naked body, Alex." 

Alex seemed frozen. She was breathing rapidly, but her eyes weren't even blinking. Our faces were inches apart. 

I pressed my body against hers. My cock was already rock hard from all the salacious thoughts racing through my brain. Our lips met and we kissed one another hungrily. 

I started moving quickly before Alex could realize what was happening. I unbuttoned her black blazer and shoved it off. I untucked her blouse from her skirt and started with the buttons. Her ripe tits were a site to behold straining against the thin fabric of her lacy bra. 

Alex's hand went for my cock. She rubbed it through the thin fabric of my slacks. She seamed to have reawakened from her trance. 

She placed her lips next to my ear. 

"This only happens one time," she said. "Just tonight, OK?" 

"Whatever you say," I responded without thinking. "I'm going to fuck you senseless, Alex." 

I gently pushed Alex across the room until her back was against the breakfast island in my kitchen. I took her hips and lifted until she took a seat. We kissed one another hungrily while my fingers slid up her long legs. Her short black skirt slid up and half slid crept up along with my hand. 

Her panties were damper than a wash rag when I grazed my fingers across the gusset. Alex quivered with my touch and started nibbling on my bottom lip. I hooked my fingers in the waist band and slowly slid her panties down. Alex kicked them across the room. 

I managed to pull my lips away from her and dropped onto my knees on the kitchen floor. Alex's feet dangled in front of my face. I removed each of her black fuck-me heels and threw them aside. I took on stock clad foot in my hand and kissed her toe. I place on tongue against it, then slowly slid up her leg. 

Alex ran her fingers through my hair as I climbed. My tongue slipped off the top of her stockings and onto her bare thigh. She moaned and wiggled as I inched my way towards her pussy. Her blonde, curly hairs were glistening with moistness. Alex slid forward, bringing her cunt to my lips. 

I reached out with my tongue and flicked her clit. Instantly, she started to cry out. Alex placed her hands on the back of my head and forced me in between her thighs. 

"Don't stop," she said in a husky voice. 

I took her clit between my lips and sucked on it intensely. Alex cried out loudly and her thighs clamped on my ears. She started to cum as I swirled my tongue in her pussy. I continued to suck until it was over. 

"That was quick," I commented as I stood up. 

"I always go quick the first time," she said. "It doesn't mean I'm finished." 

She grabbed the collar of my shirt and pulled me close. With her free hand, she opened the front clasp on her bra. Her large breasts spilled out. They were perfectly shaped and gigantic on her tiny frame—almost too large. I'd always wondered if they were fake, but one touch confirmed they were all hers. 

"Suck on them," she whispered in my ear. 

I leaned forward and took one in my hand. I guided it to my lips. 

"Bite it," she groaned. "Tease it." 

I pulled on her hard nipple with my teeth. At the same time, Alex was opening my pants. They dropped down around my knees and she pulled my cock out through the fly of my boxers. Her hand slip up and down my shaft as I continued to play rough with her nipples. 

She pulled me closer, using my cock like a leash. Alex pushed her skirt and slip up around her lips and then wrapped her legs around me. My cock plunged right into her cunt. I didn't even remove my head from her breasts as I instinctively started fucking her. 

Alex started leaning back, sprawling out on the counter top. I grabbed her hips and started pounding into her forcefully. Her big tits jostled about wildly. She pinched each of her own nipples and moaned. 

It was a nice sight to behold—the gorgeous woman sprawled out on my counter. Her long, blonde hair was spread across the tile. Her blouse and bra hung open and she had a vice grip on her own nipples. Her skirt was pushed up enough to let me fuck her. I was still dressed for the most part, with only my pants down enough to get my cock out. 

Alex started getting more demanding as I slid in and out of her cunt. 

"Fuck me harder," she grunted. 

I paused for a second and climbed on top of the big island with her. She grabbed my ass cheeks firmly as I buried myself in her again. 

I fucked her ferociously for the next several minutes. Everything was a fleshy blur of grunting and screaming. Our sweaty bodies rubbed against each other roughly. And then it was over in an instant. Her eyes closed and she moaned my name while her pussy milked my cock. I exploded with a loud cry and filled her pussy with my cum. 

I laid there on top of her for several minutes until we caught our breath. 

"Still depressed?" Alex asked as she buttoned up. 

"Hell no!" I said. 

"Good. You gonna need a ride to get your car in the morning?" 

"I guess so," I responded. 

"OK. I'll come by around 7:30," she said. 

She turned to leave then came back and gave me a big, hard kiss. 

"That was fun," she said. "I've never cheated on my husband before." 

"Are you going to again?" I asked. 

"Is that an invitation?" 

"It's whatever you want," I responded. 

"I told you what I want," she said. "Just this one night. I said that beforehand." 

"Ok." 

"See you in the morning," she said. 

********** 

The next morning she arrived promptly, looking spectacular in a gray pant suit with a black blouse. I climbed in and she drove to the bar from the previous night. I thought for sure she would mention what had happened. Honestly, I thought I might talk her into a relapse. The sex had been amazing and I knew she'd felt the same way. We had a good relationship, so I thought it might become a regular thing. 

During the drive, I kept making innuendos but Alex never took the bait. She was very cool about everything. By the time she dropped me off, I was re-thinking my confidence. 

At work, she was very standoffish towards me. We definitely didn't talk as much as we had in the past. I made an extra effort to talk to her on occasion, but she was always evasive. I quickly realized that my plans for an ongoing affair weren't going to happen. 

To make matters worse, Heater was getting really close to me again. She was telling me about the guys she was dating and inviting me over for dinner regularly. I knew I still felt something for her and it wouldn't fade. So I was stuck with one girl who hung around me all the time and didn't want me, and one that wouldn't talk to me when I just wanted to be friends. I was starting to get angry with both of them. I still couldn't bring myself to say anything to Heather because I didn't want to admit she'd gotten the better of me. 

But Alex, on the other hand, I wasn't afraid of. She already wasn't talking to me, so I couldn't possibly make matters worse. 

I got my opportunity about three weeks after our drunken fuck fest. I saw Alex going down the hall and turn off into the small copy and supply room. I decided to follow her. When I got to the room she was inside making copies. She looked amazing. Her blonde hair was pulled back in a black scrunchie and she was wearing a silky black shirt dress that cut off a few inches above her knees. It really showed off her trim waist and large breasts. 

I had intended to confront her for being such a bitch to me, but suddenly I found myself tongue tied. I stepped into the room and the door swung closed behind me. 

"How are you?" she said, talking to me like a casual co-worker that she barely knew. 

I tried to think of something to say. I glanced around the small room and noticed some office supplies on the shelf above the copier. 

"Fine," I responded. "Just getting some pens." 

I came up behind Alex while she stood in front of the machine. I stood on my toes and leaned forward to the shelf. My body pressed tightly against hers. I could feel my cock getting hard instantly, as if I were a high school boy again. I started to lose my balance and grabbed Alex's hip for support. I knew she could feel my stiffening cock against her ass. 

I lingered for a second and then let impulse take over. I put both hands on her hips and left the pens on the shelf. I rubbed my dick against her ass. 

"What are you doing?" she said quickly. 

"What do you think?" I asked. I slid my hands up and boldly groped her breasts. I could feel her nipples getting hard from my touch through the thin silk. 

"I think you'd better stop," she said. 

"Or what?" I demanded. "You're gonna tell everyone the guy you fucked when your husband was out of town is groping you in the store room?" 




An Office Affair



She grabbed my hand and pulled it off her breasts. 

"That's enough," she said. 

"I don't think so," I answered. "You keep acting like nothing happened between us. I think maybe you need a little reminder, Alex." 

She wheeled around and glared at me over her shoulder. Her pale eyes seemed to bore through me, but I didn't look away. Instead, I leaned forward and took her full, red lips in my own. She started to pull away, and then kissed me back. 

"What do you expect?" she said when it ended. "You want me to walk around talking about it and let everyone know that we fucked?" 

"I want you to admit you liked it." 

"Of course I did," she growled. "You know that. You blew my fucking mind." 

"I want more." 

"I told you it was just for that one night," she said. 

"It was too good for one night," I responded. 

"Then what do you want? You want another night?" 

"I want right now," I said. 

My fingers started fumbling with the tiny little buttons down the front of her dress. I opened it down to her navel in a matter of seconds. Her tits were barely concealed in a sky blue bra. I pulled the cups down as the two of us kissed. 

"We might get caught," she said. 

"I don't care," I responded. 

Alex continued to kiss me as I pulled roughly on her nipples. 

"Take off your panties," I commanded. 

Alex lifted her skirt and slid off her pale blue panties as I kept playing with her tits. 

"Stick them in my pocket." 

She listened. 

"Take my cock out." 

She unzipped my pants and pulled it out. 

"Bend over." 

She leaned forward and placed both hands on the copier. 

"Put me in you," I whispered. 

Alex took my cock and guided it to her opening. She gasped loudly as I pumped it into her. Almost immediately she was crying out. I clamped a hand over her lips as she came right away—just as quick as before. 

"I'm gonna fill your pussy up with cum," I said. 

"No," she said. "Do my ass." 

Her request caught me by surprise, but I didn't argue. Alex took my cock in her hand and guided me into her tight asshole. I was covered in her juices, but still had to work it in slowly. 

When I finally got it all the way in, we were both breathless. I grabbed Alex's hips and started pounding fiercely. With each thrust, the copy machine rocked forward and slammed into the wall. I didn't bother with covering her mouth again as a second orgasm approached. I just kept fucking, and she tried to keep quiet, but failed miserably. I was surprised the entire building didn't come running when I erupted inside her. We were both out of control. 

Afterwards, Alex buttoned up quickly. 

"How about my panties?" she asked. 

"If you want these," I said. "You know where I live." I zipped my fly and left the room. 

******** 

I got home around 5:30. Alex showed up at about eight. I invited her in and we took a seat on the couch, where she proceeded to tell me what a nice time she'd had, but how it couldn't continue. She went on and on about her husband and how she'd never cheated before and how things couldn't go any further. I placed a hand on her knees as she worked her way through an obviously rehearsed speech. By the time she was half way through it, my hand was under her skirt and my finger tips were sliding across her bare pussy. 

Alex kept taking my hand and pulling it away as she talked, but I replaced my hand every time, only to find she had gotten wetter. I coaxed a finger into her open slit. Alex pulled at my wrist and asked me to stop. 

"Just finish what you have to say," I insisted. 

A second finger slid inside her. My other hand started working the buttons on her dress. I pulled a bra cup down to expose her nipple to my lips. Alex gasped and her words trailed off. My fingers started to pound her cunt intensely. 

"Is that all you have to say?" I asked, playfully. 

She didn't speak—just moaned. 

I moved my fingers faster. 

"Are you sure," I asked. 

"Don't stop," she gasped. 

I put my lips back on her tit and toyed with her nipple. My thumb flicked at her clit while my fingers pumped in and out of her. Once again, she went quick. He screamed like a madwoman as she came. 

Moments later, we were stripping off our clothing. I pinned her naked body down on the couch and hovered over her. She bucked a little bit and I lost my balance and fell to the floor. Alex pounced on me. She buried my shaft in her tight little cunt and leaned forward. Her hard nipples rubbed against my sweaty chest as she rode me like a stallion. It only took a few minutes for me to lose control. I started bucking my hips—thrusting wildly. We both thrashed about and cursed and climaxed together. 

After it was over I held Alex tightly in my arms. We kissed one another languidly. 

"Is your husband out of town tonight?" I asked. 

She nodded. 

"Why don't you spend the night?" 

"Ok," Alex said. She was too exhausted to argue. 

Our kissing started to heat up as we caressed one another's bodies. I stood up and took Alex's hand. She followed me to the bedroom where we proceed to wear one another out. 

******* 

Over the next several weeks, Alex repeatedly attempted to give her brush off speech again. It always ended the same way. Eventually, she quit trying. Our affair took off. For a while, we were really on fire for one another. We had sex in Alex's office on numerous occasions. We'd take long lunches and go to a local flop house sometimes. 

After about eight months, the pace had fallen off a bit. We weren't nearly as risky. Alex would sleep over at my place a couple of times a week. We'd usually talk or watch movies before fucking one another to sleep. 

As the last person finished giving their report and the morning meeting broke up, I realized that Alex and I had fallen into a rut. The sex was good, but there was nothing more to it. And there never would be. 

I left the conference room and walked into the hall. Just as I did, Heather passed by. My heart started to race. After nearly a year, it still raced every time I was near her. Alex came up behind me a moment later. 

"You mind if I come over again tonight?" she asked discretely. 

My heart did nothing. It didn't race at all. 

"Yes, I think you should." I said. 

***** 

The conversation went rather quickly. Minutes after Alex left I told her how I was feeling. I confessed that I needed more out of the relationship. She admitted it was more than she was willing to give. She took it all well. We both shed a tear or two, but that was it. Everything ended amicably and I was right back where I'd started before our affair took off: alone and depressed. 

On that Friday I moped around like it was my job. Everyone at work noticed, including Heather. We were still seeing each other pretty regularly—only as friends, though. She invited me over for dinner in hopes that it would cheer me up. 

She didn't have time to change before I got there, so she was still dressed for work and a black and white pin-striped blouse and tight black pants. She looked nice. Cute. 

We ordered a pizza and watched TV. Afterwards, she asked if I wanted to hang out and watch a movie. We were sitting on the couch with the lights down. All evening, the conversation was kind of subdued. Eventually, she started to ask why I was so down. 

I tried to play it off. I was evasive at first, but she was persistent. And then I just caved. Suddenly it was all streaming out. Everything I'd been feeling. All the stress and dissatisfaction with work. The frustration with my love life. With my social life. 

It all came out The fear. The paranoia. The self-doubt. The self-loathing. She didn't even have to prod, it just came out, as if a dam had been opened and the waters were pouring through. Once I started, I couldn't stop. Not until it was all out. By the end, I was crying. The hot tears streamed down my cheeks, despite the fact that I was trying to fight it. I think I was more shocked about it then she was, even though I'd felt it building up inside me ever since I'd ended things with Alex. 

I don't think she said a word. She didn't bullshit me. She didn't say that things would get better. She just listened until I was finished, and then she just wrapped her arms around me. She pulled me close. Her body felt so good against me. My head was on her shoulder. I inhaled the scent of her hair without thinking about it. 

"This is a mistake," I thought to myself. She'd broken my heart before. It had never been intentional, but it had still happened. 

She held me so tightly. I could feel her heart beating. We seemed to breathe as one. She ran her fingers gently through my hair while the other arm rubbed my back. I could feel myself becoming aroused. I tried to fight it, but knew I couldn't. 

I lifted my head and kissed her tentatively. There was an automatic spark between us. She didn't resist me. She kissed back. She took my lips into her own and our tongues danced. She kissed me with a hunger intensity that caught me by surprise. 

Things moved pretty quickly. I'd displayed all my emotions without any restraint, and now the same was true with my lust. 

I bit at her lips as we kissed feverishly. Her hands slipped to my lap and she rubbed my stiffening cock. There was still no need for words. I wanted her, and she knew it. I could tell she wanted it just as badly. 

I fumbled with the first few buttons on her blouse, but things weren't going fast enough. I ripped it open and sent the remaining buttons flying. I yanked her lacy white bra down and seized an exposed, pink nipple with my mouth. Heather moaned softly as I taunted it with my teeth and tongue. 

She let me tease her for a few minutes before pulling away. I looked up with wild eyes as she calmly slid off the couch and onto the floor in front of me. She deftly unfastened my belt. She slowly unzipped me and opened the button. Her small, soft hands grasped my cock and brought it out. She stroked it languidly until it was nice and hard, and then she kissed it. 

It felt good. I leaned back and closed my eyes for a moment while her tongue danced around the head. I wanted her to take it between her lips. I wanted her to suck it, but I was patient. I opened my eyes and watched her work. She had taken off her blouse and bra, and knelt before me topless as she licked up and down my shaft. 

"Please," I muttered softly. "Please suck it." 

She flashed me a quick, sexy smile. I remembered it from our first time together. It was side of her I'd dreamt of many times since. 

She took it in her mouth. Half my length slid easily between her lips. She wrapped one hand around the base of my shaft and started pumping it gently as her head bobbed up and down. 

I couldn't contain my groans. I was in heaven when she started pumping faster. Her lips became a vacuum, sucking me intensely. I tried to stay still but couldn't control myself. My hips began to gyrate. I ran my fingers through her silky dark hair and she went faster, jerking my cock now with her hand, sucking the head, teasing it with her tongue. 

Heather pressed her other hand hard just beneath my balls and it was all over. With a loud grunt, I exploded. My whole body seemed to seize as I shot my cum into her mouth. She continued sucking me through the entire orgasm. 

She stood up, straddled me, and we kissed. I made it abundantly clear that I wasn't finished for the night, and I could tell she felt the same way. I spun her around onto the couch. It was my turn. 

I dropped to my knees and gave her pants a tug. She wiggled her hips and let them slide off. They were tight enough to bring her little white panties with them. 

The aroma of her sex filled the room. The thick, dark hair covering her mound glistened with her juices. I spread her thighs and attacked like a ravenous dog. I buried my face in her hot pussy. Heather started squirming about like a snake as I teased her clit with my tongue and teeth. I slipped a finger inside her body and slid it back out as I lapped at her juices. I pulled on her clit. I flipped it rapidly with the tip of my tongue. 

She moaned loudly, and I responded with a second finger. I slid them both in faster; deeper. 

"Don't stop," she gasped over and over again. 

She forced her hips up, moving in time with my fingers. My cock was growing as she approached her orgasm. My fingers moved faster. I gave her clit one final, hard suck and she started to squeal. Her body convulsed wildly as the orgasm shook her. She moaned my name again and again as she came. I licked up every drop of her juices. 

She laid on the couch enjoying the afterglow as I stood up. I dropped my pants and kicked them off. My removed my shirt quickly. My hard cock stood proudly in front of me. I wanted nothing more than to fuck the feel good out of her. 

"Let's go to the bedroom," she said while standing up. 

I pushed her back down gently. She hit the couch with a soft plop. I was on her in an instant. I grabbed her pale white thighs and lifted her legs up, pushing her knees up next to her face. In one quick thrust I was in. My hard cock was buried in her hot, waiting pussy. 

I leaned forward and enveloped her lips with my own. We kissed softly and passionately, savoring the feeling of being connected. 

And then the gentleness was gone and we were fucking. I came into her body hard, as if it belonged to me. Entering her pussy felt like coming home. Heather moaned loudly as I crashed into her again and again. Sweat started to pour off my body. Each thrust was better than the last. She fit me like a glove. My cock was positively tingling. 

It all went fast. We were both on fire. We were both aching for another release. She went first. She cried out my name so loud that it echoed in the small room and then she was clenching, milking me as the orgasmic tide washed over her. I closed my eyes and just moaned as I release my cum inside her. I continued to thrust as every last ounce of sorrow and depression was expelled from my body with the orgasm. 

Afterwards, we both collapsed. There was a moment of tension. It was all so unplanned—so spontaneous. I thought I should gather my clothes and leave, that maybe she would feel some remorse. That it would be like before. But she quickly made it clear that wasn't the case. She wrapped her arms around me and just held me. We sat like that while the movie played, not saying a word for hours. 

"I don't want it to be like before," I said finally. 

"I made a mistake before," she said. "It won't happen again." 

I kissed her. We turned off the television and moved to the bedroom and settled in for a long night. 



An Office Affair



Aria looked up from her computer screen as she heard a knock at her office door. She pushed her black rimmed glasses up to the top of her nose and sat back in her chair. "Come in," she called, her voice soft but authoritative. The door cracked open and one of her team members walked in. she smiled up at him as he walked in. His name was Julian and was her secret favorite of her team.

His body was trim but covered in lean muscle, and was barely hidden under the plain coloured t-shirts that he normally wore to work. But today he was wearing a loose button down shirt that was the color of a stormy Florida sky, and moved above his carmel skin like a second wind blew about him. His dark brown eyes looked into her stormy-blues as he sat in the chair that she motioned for him to take.

"What's going on Julian?" Aria leaned forward subtlety, the swell of her breasts slightly visible though the open V of her lavender button down shirt. With a small mental smile she caught Julian's quick glance to her breasts and she adjusted her glasses.

"I'm having a problem with one of the cases, could you help me?" He asked her, leaning forward in his chair. Aria smiled sweetly.

"Of course," She pulled up the company intranet and accessed his case files, opening the most recent one that he had. She scanned the notes, her fingers slowly caressing her clavicle, her french manicured nails trailing across her skin. On her peripheral she observed Julian watching her fingers caress her skin.

"Ah, here's the problem," she noted, pointing to her computer screen. Julian leaned forward, expecting her to swivel her screen so that the both of them could look but she motioned to him. "Come back here, the swivel's busted on this stupid thing." She lied, crooking her finger at him.

He stood slowly, and Aria's keen eyes noticed a slight bulge in his jeans when he stood. She almost hid a small half smile of satisfaction and proceeded to explain to him what he had done wrong and advised him on a few ways to fix it. She looked up at him and flashed him her cock twitching smile.

"Hope that helped Julian," she said with a hidden purr, that she could tell he heard by the slight twitch in his pants.

"Y-Yes, thanks Aria," he said and hurried out of her office, closing the door behind him. As the door latched closed Aria sat back with a chuckle, her fingers drifting down the front of her body and between her legs, a deft finger pressing into her body, a soft whimper held back in her throat. One day soon she was going to get what she wanted.

Aria sighed as she stretched. It had proven to be a busier day than expected, and she had even had to send a few people home to rest because she had seen the toll the stress had been taking on some of her newer team members. She walked out of her office and went into the group of cubes that was home for her team while they were at work. She smiled at her only female team member as she walked past her on her way to the side door. She looked around and saw that only Julian was still toiling away at his computer.

She walked over to him and placed a hand on his shoulder. "Julian, you know you're pushing over time again right?" Aria chided in a gentle tone, smiling down at him when he looked up. He smiled sheepishly and pushed the headset off his head and let it rest around his neck.

"Working on this site was tougher than I thought. I've been trying to implement all of the suggestions that you made, and now the customer wants more on their site. I had to transfer him to Sales because he needs an upgraded plan for all of the extra that he wants to do." Julian's mood was proud, but his body language spoke of how tired he was.

Aria smiled. "Send the customer an e-mail and make sure that he knows that you will be working with him more on the site tomorrow after the sale is confirmed and the upgraded space is available. Right now you and I both need a drink." She patted his shoulder and walked back to her office, leaving the door open to make sure that Julian joined her. She walked around her desk and opened the small fridge that was situated between two of her cabinets and pulled out two iced coffee drinks. She heard a low chuckle behind her and she turned to see Julian entering her office.

"What, did you expect alcohol?" She asked when she saw his surprised look, handing him one glass bottle. He nodded.

"Actually yeah, at first." He replied honestly.

"I wanted to congratulate you," Aria said, leaning back in her chair as she sipped her drink. Julian looked up, slightly confused.

"For what?" He asked, setting down his bottle.

"For getting that site nailed down so well. The customer that you were handling, and will continue to handle, has been a problem with the other teams for about a year now. He's very picky about what he wants and has had mediocre results from the other teams. He stays with us because our customer service and tech support is beyond all of the other companies, but you were the only one that was able to get his site the way he really wanted it, or near enough, and that was all in one day." Julian goggled at her, having not known about the situation with the customer.

"And I actually have an e-mail here from him directly requesting that you be made sole admin of his site." She smiled at Julian's shocked expression. "I knew you could do it, why else do you think I redirected the case file to you?"

Julian blinked. "I-I don't know what to say."

Aria smiled. "You're welcome," she replied as she stood and walked to her office door, closing it completely before locking it softly. He turned and looked at her, his eyes widening slightly as her hands went to the buttons of her shirt.

"I know you want me Julian," Aria purred, a sly half smile on her face as she pulled the collar of her shirt to her shoulders, revealing a black push up bra. "I've seen the glances, the twitch of your cock when I do something that you like."

She breathed on his ear before nibbling it softly, her palm caressing his hard chest and going down even father to cup his hardening penis. She purred at the size and squeezed gently, causing him the groan softly. She chuckled and stepped back, removing her shirt completely and pulled her chestnut brown hair out of the bun that had been settled at the base of her neck.

Suddenly Julian was on his feet and smashing his lips against hers, his hips grinding into her pelvis, his cock rock solid and pulsing. With a groan she nipped at his neck, her teeth leaving indentations on his flesh. His large hangs cupped one breast as he lowered his mouth to the other, his tongue dipping behind the cup to tease and torment the slowly puckering nipple beneath.

With a growl he reached behind Aria and unclasped her bra and slid it off her shoulders, tossing it in a nearby corner. His mouth descended on her nipple and she groaned, her pussy clenching and starting to drip with her arousal. Her hands fumbled at his shirt and she soon succeeded in unbuttoning it, pushing the fabric aside to reveal his perfect chest. She raked her nails from his shoulders to his hips, and dipped slightly below his pant line, smiling as she found that he kept himself completely bald down below.

He smiled back at her and removed his pants and underwear (if he even wore any) in a smooth motion and proceeded to undress Aria as well, running his palm over her bare mound, breathing a hot blast of air onto it, making Aria buck her hips forward at the touch. She sat up and grasped his member in her hand, locking eyes with Julian as she ran her hand over his length. His eyes fluttered as he gulped when she rubbed her thumb over the head. She purred and steped back, kicking off her pumps and slipping off her work slacks and undies, revealing a perfectly shaved pussy, her lips already plump and dripping wet.

Julian gave a low hiss and slid his hand down to her mound and Aria let out a shuddering sigh, biting her lip to stiffle a cry as a finger quested past her folds, soaking it with her juices. "Fuuuck," Aria hissed as his question finger found her nub and began to rub it with a well practiced motion. Just to gain purchase (and to prevent her from falling and cracking her head)she scooched up onto the edge of her desk. Her fingers dug into the wood of her desk and she stated panting as his skilled hand worked at her increasingly wet cunt.

Suddenly she cried out and tossed her head as the orgasm ripped through her. Her thighs fell open as she relaxed from her climax, revealing herself fully to Julian.

"Damn Aria," Julain grunted, looking down at her glistening folds. Aria smiled and slid off her desk, her hands going to his member and her mouth opening, her pink tounge darting out to lick the first dribble of pre-cum off of his head. Julian clenched and uncleanched his hands as Aria swirled her tounge around his head, teasing him when the tip of her tounge slid into his slit and then in one fell swoop took him all the way in her mouth.

Julian gave a strangled cry as he looked down his body at Aria, who looked up at him and smiled around his meat before pulling back, sucking him hard all the way to his head then back down again, her other hand gently pinching the skin of his sack and pulling softly. Julian reached down and pulled her off of him by her hair. He lifted her so that he could yet again crush his lips to her own, pushing her back onto her desk, one arm sweeping the little knick knacks that she decorated her desk with off into a corner. He pushed her back onto the desk, her legs wrapped around his waist. He kissed and nipped down her neck and suckled each breast, streching them as far as they could go, his eyes filled with male lust as he watched her reaction.

Aria raised her upper lip and snarled at him. "What are you waiting for Juli- AAAAHH..." she cried out and threw her head back as he sliped his cock into her pulsing chasm,filling her to the hilt. Aria mewed in pleasure as he started to move inside of her, filling her completly with every deep thrust into her body. Aria tossed her head so that her hair would get out of her face and she gazed up at Julian, her blue eyes a deeper blue than her normal colour. She spread her legs wide and sat up slowly with Julian still inside of her, making the angle deeper and truer, every thrust of Julian's hips rubbing over THAT spot, making her next orgasm build slowly inside of her.

"Harder you sunnuva bitch," Aria groaned, taking one hand and digging her nails down the front of his chest, her nails flicking over his hard nipples. Julian grunted and slammed into her, causing her to scream with pleasure, even as she came and squirted all over the place.

Julian backed up slightly but Aria almost frantically called him back. "Oh god please dont stop Julian," Aria's hand sliped through her cum and onto her clit, rubbing it gently. "Don't stop, put that meat back into my pussy."

With a groan Julian complied, crying out gutterally as Aria squeezed herself around him, making it even tighter than before. An evil grin spread across her face as he looked down at her, his eyes have craized.

"C'mon," she goaded breathlessly as he moved in an out of her firmly. "Fuck me like you mean it."

With a growl of his own he drew out of her compeltly and she whimpered, though it turned into a gasp because he picked her up and flipped her around, gathering her hair roughly in one hand while he kicked her legs apart and guided his cock into her pussy with the other.

"Oh gods yes," she almost screamed, grinding her hips into his own at every thrust, his firm grip on her hips hitting the pressure points just inside them that turned her on even more. Using the desk to brace her, Aria started thrusting back onto Julian, the combined power making him go even deeper and with every thurst she screamed in pleasure.

"God Aria i'm so close," Julian groaned, thrusting deep and holding it, the tip bumping her cervix when it twitched and pulsed inside of her.

"Don't stop julian," Aria nearly sobbed, working her muscles around his cock. "Please dont stop."

With her plea, Julian began to piston her, his cock flying in and out of Aria, who screamed as she came again and again, her cum squirting and dripping down her legs. Julian's balls smacked against her clit again and again, the rhythmic assult a catalyst until with a final gutteral cry did Julian thrust home hard and deep, spilling his seed inside of Aria, just as she came one final time, her legs quaking from the full body orgasm that his final thrust triggered.

With a sigh Julian pulled out of her, flopping on the chair that he had sat in before. He admired the view, his supervisor bend over her desk, her ass and well used pussy in the air for him to view, the first peak of his cum dripping out of her body.

He closed his eyes and tilted his head back, though almost snapped it as he felt Aria's mouth on his half erect cock. She sucked him gently, cleaning the leftover cum off of him, licking his tip softly, making him groan and twitch.

With a low chuckling purr she went behind her desk and retrieved paper towels and a small trial packet of moist wipes, tossing a packet of each to Julian.

"Clean yourself up and meet me here tomorrow after everyone has gone home. I have more to discuss with you about your customer's site."

Julian smiled darkly and nodded, cleaning himself up and getting dressed again, walking to his desk and then out the door, Aria about 2 minutes behind.

This would prove to be an amazing affair.



An Office Affair



He always screwed me with his eyes. Whether walking past me or across the room, I could feel it, and without a doubt, they were always fixed on me, like a magnet.

I'd been working at the firm three years when Micha came in as a Legal Assistant a year ago. I really didn't think much of him upon introductions, in fact, I snubbed him, but there were always the head turns or glances in passing and from across the office. Admittedly, I liked the attention from a good-looking guy, and within weeks, I could feel a crush developing. I started playing Micha's game back, and shortly after, my crush turned into lust controlling me, and deep down, I coveted him, despite rumored facts that he went through women as much as he showered.

We continued exchanging glances from afar, and we barely spoke for the first two months. Eventually, we engaged in brief conversation consisting of the usual hello, goodbye and how are you's. Micha and I shared the same small group of individuals who socialized outside of the office, but even in those social situations, he mostly stayed to himself but would intently watch me when he thought I wasn't paying attention.

Upon departing from the group after Friday night happy hour, I said goodbye and he reached out to give me a high five. Really? A high-five? Our co-workers were busy in their own side discussions as I returned the gesture and shied away from his glare. My body tingled as our skin touched. "See you soon," he said, wrapping his hand around mine, as if he didn't want to let go. I pulled away from his grip and looked down and rand my hand through my hair. "Yeah, see ya."

I turned to walk to my car, peeking over my shoulder to see him still standing there, watching me, when his good friend and our fellow co-worker, Jay nudged him as if to tell him "lets go," breaking, his eyes away from me. I drove through the parking lot and Micha's car approached my direction. As he drove past, he flashed me a a sexy smirk.

A smile that screamed "Do me!" A smile that made me want to tear his clothes off.

The scenario Monday morning at the office was odd. I was staring out the window into the cloudy sky and saw Micha's car pull up out of the corner of my eye. My heart pounded as I reached in my purse to give myself a quick once over.

He hopped up the steps and walked through the main doors, muttering a quick "hey" as he walked past me. The rest of the day was quiet and Micha did not say anything else, in fact, he avoided me and retreated to the opposite end of the office, keeping distance. He completely ignored my existence, except for the staring.

What. The. Fuck.

Jay made his way into work and greeted me as normal with a hug and peck on the cheek. "How you feeling, doll?"

"Alright."

He started to walk away. "Hey, Jay?"

He stopped in his tracks and turned around. "What's up?"

"Well – uh- did Micha say anything about me to you?"

"No, why? Something happen?"

"No, nevermind." I lied.

"You sure? You wouldn't ask for no reason."

"I'm sure. Thanks, Jay."

He politely shrugged me off went to his office space and I got up to go to the ladies' room, when rounding the corner, I bumped chest-to chest into guess who? He put his hands on my arms and we looked at each other, startled. I flushed and quickly snapped out of it, pissed. I said nastily, "don't run me over," to which he replied with a sneer, "I'll try."

I broke away from him and hustled past him to the restroom. I forced the door to the bathroom shut despite its hydraulics. I leaned over the sink, baffled, yet trying to compose the rage building up inside my chest.

"That douche bag!" I said aloud to my reflection in the vanity mirror, understanding what he was doing. He was play me like all those trampy girls he shacked up with. He was trying to lead me on with that little act Friday night and when I didn't drop my panties, he blew me off. But, he did something to me and I felt sexually charged when I saw him. I decided to beat him at his own game and give him something to really stare at. I dressed a little more provocatively than I usually preferred, showing a little more cleavage and wearing more form fitting clothing, including skirts and dresses.

A month passed and still nothing, so I avoided Micha at all costs. If we were approaching each other in the hallways, I kept my head down and darted in the opposite direction, obvious I was staying away, but sometimes I'd turn back to see Micha looking confused.

The sparse conversation we began to have was just about non-existent and was barely hi or bye, until one day as I was heading out to lunch, Micha walked straight to me from the other end of the hall. As I walked faster to divert him, Micha caught up and grabbed me by the arm and pulled me down the alcove of the hallway and through the doorway for the stairwell. I tried to pry his hand off me as he lead me underneath the staircase pushed me up against the wall, staring at me. I opened my mouth to protest, but Micha put his mouth over mine, running his warm, slick tongue over my lips, and any anger I was feeling turned into complete arousal, sending every one of my nerve endings throbbing and longing. I started kissing him with force and nibbled his bottom lip. As soon as I mentally hoped no one would come down from the office, there was a clickity-clack of heels on the stairs above us.

"Shh" Micha gently placed his hand over my mouth and I took in his natural, musky scent as we froze in place, my craving for him growing stronger as I inhaled. Micha peeked around the stairs when we heard door close. He removed his hand from my face and hiked up my skirt, giving me slack to move when he lifted me up against the wall, wrapping my legs around his waist.

"You have no clue how badly I've wanted you," he breathed into my face, with his baritone whisper.

"You shouldn't have played games."

Before I could say anymore, he pulled me into him and slid his tongue into my mouth, pressing his body hard into mine. I could feel something else hard pressing against my pelvic bone.

We both gasped in pleasure and Micha reached down, unzipping his pants and released his arrow-straight member from confinement. While using one arm to hold me to the wall, he pulled a Trojan from his back pocket and ripped the packaging open with his teeth and slid it on. He pulled the crotch of my panties to one side before sliding himself into me. I let out a moan and Micha looked me hungrily, shushing me again before taking a deep thrust. The thrill of of being quiet and the possibility of getting caught aroused me into climax almost instantly as he took short, fast strokes into me, finishing quickly. Micha grunted as he achieved climax and rested his head on my shoulder licking my collar bone then making his way up my neck and to my panting mouth.

We put our disheveled clothes back together and I combed my fingers through my hair. I straightened my skirt as Micha straightened his tie. We took careful steps out from under the staircase, maiking sure no one was coming through the door into the stairwell and snuck out, going back to work.



An Office Affair



From the moment she arrived at our firm, Barbara had made her intentions clear. Everything she did or said had distinctly seductive overtones, even getting me a cup of coffee! She was quite a bit older than I was, but hot, I would not have been surprised to see her on the cover of "Atlanta's Hottest Wives" magazine. She was a real cougar.

I had been working at Wilson, Davis & Kepler for 5 years when Barbara joined the company. We are a corporate law firm based in Atlanta and I am a junior partner, I joined straight from college after majoring. The work was difficult and the hours could be long, but I was single and had no ties. Moreover, there were the benefits, an office full of mostly women. By the way, my name is Mike.

Not having any ties helped a lot when it came to women, especially those in work, I quickly gained a reputation as the office stud, having relationships with several of the legal secretaries, (sometimes more than one at a time) and with Mr Kepler's assistant Marie. Most of the girls had boyfriends who would be less than amused if they had caught them with another guy, especially me.

Up until now, I had been having fun with a few one-night stands thrown in, but my outlook changed the day Barbara joined the firm.

All the women I had been to bed with were younger than I was, apart from Marie who was 5 years older, but very enthusiastic, despite having a young baby. Barbara was about 20 years older than I was and, as I said, hot. Up until then I had never considered sleeping with a much older woman, but Barbara changed all that. On the day she joined, Bob Wilson, the senior partner gathered us together to introduce Barbara to the staff. We squeezed into the boardroom, and Bob made the introductions.

"This is Barbara Taylor. She is joining us as our new senior legal secretary; replacing Helen, who is leaving to have a baby; In addition, she will be Mike's part-time assistant. I hope you will all make her very welcome, I'll leave you to get acquainted." With that, Bob left the room.

I took in the woman standing in the centre of our group. She was quite tall; her hair was a rich brunette, cut quite short, exposing a long slender neck. Her lustrous emerald eyes shone with an inner fire, almost as though they had a life of their own. When she looked at me, it felt as though she already knew something about me. Barbara went around the room, shaking hands and smiling until she reached me. I introduced myself.

"I'm Mike, junior partner." 

She shook my hand with a firm, but feminine grip. The electricity flowed between us. It felt as though a bolt of lightning had shot up my arm to my brain.

"Pleased to meet you Mike," still holding the handshake she said, "I'm Barbara; I think we'll be working very closely together." 

Her voice was husky, and her eyes full of mischief. The hairs on the back of my neck stood up when she said very. Barbara just stood there smiling.

"I meant that you and I would be working on the contracts very closely," giving me a knowing look which no one else saw.

I regained my composure as Barbara broke our handshake to move on to the next in line. My mind was racing, "come on Mike," I said to myself, "she must be nearly twenty years older than you, married with kids!" However, none of that seemed to matter to my crotch.

Maybe I should give you a better description of Barbara. She stood 5'8" in her high heels, curly red hair cut short, just off her neck in a pixie-style cut. Her face was round with a cute nose and full, kissable lips (as I wanted to find out), her breasts were full and firm, even for a woman her age, and they strained the buttons on her blouse almost to the bursting point. Her eyes were green, and sparkled with a fire all their own. They seemed to look at me and know what I was thinking. I hoped that was not the case, because at that moment, I had a mental picture of Barbara naked and riding on my dick.

I dismissed the image and went back to work. The next few days passed uneventfully. Barbara and I began to learn how the other worked. Being the senior legal secretary, it was Barbara's job to make sure there were no mistakes from the wording aspect of the contract, to sorting out loopholes. Nothing had been said about the other day, as Barbara behaved as though nothing had happened. I had begun to think that I had imagined it.

A few days later, I took a call from Angela, Bob Wilson's assistant.

"Mr Wilson would like to see you and Barbara in his office, A.S.A.P." 

Stopping what I was doing, I called Barbara into my office.

"Bob wants to see us right away." 

"Well I guess we'd better get going!" Barbara replied.

Angela showed us into his office. Bob introduced us to a tall, distinguished man in his 60's.

"This is Henry Grunewald of Grunewald Foods," Bob said. "He has recently moved his head office from Charlotte to here in Atlanta to be nearer to his customer base. He would like us to represent him." 

Then, indicating Barbara and I, Bob said, "Henry, I'd like you to meet Mike and Barbara. Mike's one of our junior partners, and Barbara recently joined us as our new senior legal secretary." 

Grunewald stepped forward, "Pleased to meet you, I look forward to working with all of you." Then he shook our hands and started putting on his coat.

Turning to us, Bob said, "I will deal with him personally, but I need you two to draw up a contract. It will mean longer hours and a late night or two, but I'm sure you two can do it." 

"I look forward to working with you Bob, But I've got to go." 

When Grunewald had left, Bob motioned us to sit.

"Grunewald Foods is one of the biggest companies in the Southeast," he said. "It would be a feather in all our caps if we can get them on board. I'm relying on you two to get this right, so take the afternoon off and get an early start tomorrow." 

Barbara and I left Bob's office and headed for the elevator.

"Well that was a surprise," I said, turning to Barbara, "how are you fixed for working late? Not that we've got much choice." 

"It won't be a problem, "Barbara replied.

"But what about your husband, kids?" I said, hoping I didn't sound like I was fishing.

"I'm divorced, and my daughter is away at college, so I've got plenty of time on my hands." 

Maybe this would work out better than I had hoped. We got in the elevator and headed down, I stood next to Barbara and from my position next to her, I could see down her blouse and those big, firm breasts. Her perfume drifted up, filling my nostrils with her scent, I could feel my pants getting tight as my cock began to swell; I was desperately trying to hide my hard-on from her, and just managed to get myself under control before the elevator arrived back at our floor.

"See anything you like?" she asked with a wicked smile, turning to me.

Barbara stepped from the elevator, giving me a knowing look. When we reached our offices, she continued.

"If I were you, I'd go home and take a shower, preferably a cold one, and lie down for a bit!" Barbara laughed, reaching for her jacket. "You look a little warm, and maybe a bit flushed; maybe you are coming down with something?" Get a good night's sleep and I'll see you in the morning." 

I could not believe it, she was shamelessly flirting with me, and yet I felt like some high-school kid who had just been dismissed by their principal!

She was right though. I was coming down with something, a bad case of the hots for her!

I went home and took Barbara's advice. I took a shower, (not a cold one) and made myself something to eat. I decided to have an early night after watching some t.v.but my dreams were plagued by images of Barbara in various states of undress. Therefore, by the time I awoke the next day I felt as though I had been awake all night. I got up and had another shower, shaved, got dressed; made some breakfast and coffee before heading off to work to get an early start. I had been at work about an hour when Barbara arrived.

Up until now Barbara's choice of work clothes had been conservative, knee-length skirts, buttoned up blouses and sensible shoes with moderate heels and no pantyhose. I could tell there was something different about this morning as I heard the whistles and catcalls from the guys in the office. I walked to the doorway of my office, and I was confronted with a vision of Barbara walking towards me.

The clothes she had on today were definitely sexier. The skirt she was wearing, which clung to her round behind, was black, mid-thigh length, with a slit in it, which showed a small amount of creamy flesh above her stocking-tops. Beneath her jacket was a tight white blouse, unbuttoned to her cleavage, and showing off the swell of her big, firm breasts to perfection, underneath I could make out a black lacy bra, and a pair of 6" heels that looked like they cost more than a month's rent on my apartment completed the transformation.

Barbara walked right up to me and said; "Good morning Mike, I hope you're feeling better today?" 

She gave me a wicked smile. Like a cat that had cornered a mouse.

"Coffee?" she asked. "I always need 2 cups to get me going, don't you?" 

She ran her tongue across her lips suggestively, and then she left the office to get the coffee, giving an exaggerated wiggle of her fabulous ass as she did so!

I saw the looks the other guys were giving Barbara, but she did not give them a second glance (or even a first come to think of that.) Five minutes later, she was back with two steaming mugs of black coffee and put them down on my desk. I took a sip of mine, it tasted better than the usual coffee we drank in work.

"This is good!" I said, taking another sip.

"Since today is a bit different, I stopped off at a little deli I know. They sell proper coffee, not the rubbish they serve here. It's good and strong, and it will help keep us going through the night." Barbara smiled as she said the word "going." 

"Going somewhere later?" I asked, indicating her outfit.

"Not unless you plan on taking me." Barbara replied, a smile playing around the corners of her mouth, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "It feels more comfortable than my other outfits, why, don't you like it?" 

As she said this, she slowly turned in a circle, giving me an entire view of her body. "Do you think it's too much for work?" 

"Yes...I mean no... I mean it's great!" I stammered. I felt like an awkward teenager confronted by his first real woman.

"It's alright, I'm only teasing," Barbara laughed, "don't look so scared, I'm not going to eat you!" 

I wasn't so sure. The look on her face was just like when a hungry lioness spots its prey! Then all at once, she was back to business.

"Right then," she said, "let's get down to work, and get this contract drawn up!" 

I couldn't believe it, in the blink of an eye Barbara had gone from flirting with me and back to work as though nothing had happened.

"I'm way ahead of you. I've started on the outline, but this one is going to need a bit of work. Grunewald's Foods is such a big company that we have to make sure that we dot all the i's and cross all the ts." I replied.

Barbara put down her cup and walked over to my desk. Standing close to me, she bent forward to see the screen. To do this she had to get in closer and I felt her thigh press against my arm as she bent forward from the waist. Her ass stretched the skirt tight, almost popping the zipper! I could make out the outline of her panties through the material, and I can tell you there were not much of them!

It was all I could do to stop myself putting out my hand and grabbing Barbara's ass. When she leaned forward, it gave me a view down her open blouse, I gulped in air and my head swam as I looked down at those big, firm mounds, straining at the confines of her blouse. The valley between them looked like an abyss I could easily fall headlong down.

As Barbara leaned in closer, her arm brushed mine, and a jolt went up it just from the contact through our clothes. It felt like a shock from static electricity and made the hairs on my neck and arms stand on end! Barbara's heady perfume drifted up, enveloping me in a cloud of warm scent. It was intoxicating and my head swam again.

"Yes, I see what you mean. This could take a while to sort out," Barbara said.

I was transported back from my reverie by the sound of Barbara's voice speaking huskily in my ear.

"Can you see anything you like down there?" 

Then she gave me another wicked smile. I realized that my gaze had wandered from the computer screen, and was lost in the view down Barbara's blouse!

" Oh...I'm sorry!" I stammered, "I must have dozed off for a minute. I didn't sleep well last night for some reason." 

"I hope it wasn't anything to do with me!" Barbara laughed, but her eyes told me that she knew that it was.

It felt as though someone had turned the thermostat up. My collar felt tight and there seemed to be less air in the room. Beads of sweat stood out on my forehead, and I didn't think I could stand up without falling over, not only because my knees were shaking but also because I had a hard-on that was threatening to bust through my zipper.

"You look like you need a cold drink." Barbara smiled, "I'll get you one from the cooler." 

She stood up, (taking her magnificent chest out of my view) and walked towards the door. Because her skirt was so tight, she could only take small steps. This forced her hips to sway even more than usual. She looked back over her shoulder at me, ran her tongue across her lips, and winked at me, before disappearing out the door, I could not believe it. Me, the office stud was being flirted with and being made to feel like a gawky teenager by a woman almost twenty years older.

With Barbara gone, it gave me time to compose myself and convince my hard-on to go down (at least for now.) I undid my tie and the top button on my shirt and started to feel a little better. When Barbara returned, she had buttoned up her blouse, just past her cleavage. She was carrying a cup of water in her hand and she had a concerned look on her face.

"You're sure that you're alright?" she asked. "You do look as though you are coming down with something though."

Barbara bent forward to put the cup on the desk, her breasts strained the buttons on her blouse to the limit.

"Here you are, drink this, it'll cool you down," and she licked her lips again, making them shine.

My God, how was I going to last the day? Barbara's flirting was unrelenting, and I could not see how I was going to work tonight on my own with her, without going mad or just ripping off her clothes and making love to her voluptuous body.

Just then, though, my thoughts were disturbed, when Bob Wilson appeared in the doorway.

"Good morning, you two. I just thought I would come down and see how you were progressing with the Grunewald contract." 

I never thought I would be so pleased to see our senior partner, but I was glad of the interruption so I could concentrate on work. Barbara spoke, as I was in the middle of taking a drink of water.

"Mike was just showing me the draft contract he has drawn up. He's been here since 7.30," she said, smiling sweetly at me. "Haven't you Mike?" 

"Let me see it then," Bob said.

I got up out of my chair to let Bob sit down. The contract was already on the screen but hidden by the screensaver, so I clicked the mouse and the page appeared. As I scrolled through the draft, I pointed out the areas that Barbara and I thought still needed some work. Bob nodded in agreement, as I talked, and when I said that we would need to work late that night he agreed to sign off on the overtime.

"I told you there might be some late nights, didn't I?" He continued, "It all looks good, but keep at it, and let's put this thing to bed!" I nearly choked! "I will leave you two to it then" Bob said, getting up from my chair.

He left, leaving Barbara and I alone, she looked at her watch.

"You must be hungry," she said. "Fancy some lunch?" 

"That sounds like a great idea, I'm starving." Secretly I thought, "At least I won't be on my own with you!" 

I got my jacket and Barbara got hers. We walked to a new Italian restaurant, near our office building. Ginelli's has only been open a short while but it was already gaining a reputation. Consequently, when we arrived there wasn't a table to be had. All 20 tables had been occupied, but the girl at the desk told us there would be a table free in about 10 minutes.

"Would you like a drink while you are waiting?" She asked brightly.

Barbara ordered a glass of Chianti, and I had a sparkling mineral water. We sat down in the waiting area and a server brought us our drinks.

"So then," Barbara said turning to me, "are you feeling any better now?" 

"Yes thanks, I just needed to get out of the office for a while. Your idea of lunch was just what I needed," I said.

Barbara smiled," Good, we don't want you worn out before tonight, do we?" 

Just then, a server came to tell us our table was ready, so we took our drinks and we followed her to the table. The server brought us two menus and we sat in silence for a while.

Eventually Barbara said, "I'm going to have the chicken with pasta topped with a 4 cheese sauce with tomato and basil, and for dessert a banana split." 

"And for the sir?" the server asked turning to me.

"I'll have the ravioli with the basil and thyme salad, and for dessert a slice of tiramisu cake." 

"Can I have a half bottle of Chianti please?" Barbara added before the server left.

The server left with our order, leaving Barbara and I alone. While we waited for our lunch, Barbara and I chatted about work, her divorce and her daughter Kathy, who was away in college. Our food finally arrived, along with Barbara's wine. She poured a large measure into her glass, before offering me some. I declined, claiming that I wanted to keep a clear head.

We carried on eating, exchanging small talk; the weather, how Barbara was settling in, had she eaten here before? I was about to put the last forkful of ravioli into my mouth when I felt it. Barbara's stocking-clad foot was working its way up the inside of my leg, and inching towards my groin. As it worked its way up my thigh, I looked across at Barbara but her face gave nothing away, she just carried on eating.

"What are you doing?" I hissed, leaning closer to her.

"Relax," Barbara, said grinning. "No-one can see, so just sit back and enjoy. I just wanted to see if you were feeling better, and by the feel of this," she slid her foot along my growing erection, "you are!" 

"Barbara, we're in a crowded restaurant! Someone might see." I said, looking around at the remaining customers.

"They won't, they are all too busy with their expense account lunches." 

Barbara's foot continued wriggling in my crotch until I felt my cock begin to stiffen in my pants.

"Ooooh, you are feeling better aren't you!" Barbara giggled, and ran the ball of her foot down my increasing length. "The girl's were right, you are a big boy." 

I couldn't take any more of this and, (rather awkwardly,) I stood up, desperately trying to hide my erection behind my hands. "I'll be back in 5 minutes. I've just got to go to the men's room." 

"Would you like some help with that?" Barbara asked, looking pointedly at the crotch of my pants.

"No thanks, I think I can manage," I stammered and headed for the men's room.

Checking that I was alone, I went into a cubicle and locked the door. Unzipping my pants, I uttered a loud groan as I released my cock from my pants. The exposed head was an angry purple colour against the pink of the shaft, and it throbbed in my hand as I jerked myself off, all the while imagining that it was Barbara jerking me off! I splashed some water on my face, washed my hands, and headed back to our table.




An Office Affair



The server had been back with our desserts, and Barbara was in the middle of hers when I got back from the men's room.

She looked up and said, "Are you sure you're alright, you look a little flushed?" 

"I'm fine now," I replied, "I must have eaten my lunch too quickly, because my pants started to get tight," I said, playing along with Barbara's game.

I sat down and started demolishing my cake. Barbara took a drink of her Chianti, and rolled it seductively around her mouth and swallowed. I was halfway through my dessert when I felt Barbara's foot sliding up my leg again. When she reached my crotch and did not find a bulge there, she pouted.

"Awww, Mikey's been playing on his own," and, dropping her foot she finished her wine.

I had finished my dessert, so I paid the bill and we left. It was only a short walk back to work, but it was a warm day, and combined with lunch it was very pleasant. All too soon, we were back outside of work.

Barbara sighed, "Oh well, back to the grindstone," and pushed open the door.

I moved forward and held it open for her, playing the perfect gentleman.

"Thank you," Barbara said, turning to me and giving me a smile, which lit up her face and made her eyes sparkle. "It's nice to know that there are some gentlemen left." 

She pushed past me into the lobby of our building, I confess, I didn't feel much of a gentleman as I watched Barbara's firm round ass swaying in front of me as we made our way to the elevator.

The elevator was busy with people heading back to work from lunch, so Barbara and I didn't speak on our way back to the office. Instead, I stood next to her and took in the view down her blouse, (which was spectacular) as her scent filled my nostrils. When we got back, there was a note from Bob, saying he wanted a draft contract for Grunewald to sign ready by 12 noon tomorrow.

"Well then," Barbara said, "we'd better get our heads together and get cracking." 

By this time, it was 2:30 in the afternoon. I knew we would not get finished by the time we would be normally going home. I took off my jacket and Barbara removed hers, affording me another view of her magnificent breasts stretching the material of her blouse. As we worked, I began to realize that Barbara was actually quite good at her job, as good as Helen my old assistant had been and, one by one we ironed out the kinks in the Grunewald contract.

The clock read 6pm all too quickly. I could hear people start putting on their coats and heading for the elevators. We still had one or two things to iron out, so we went back into my office after wishing everyone goodnight.

"Coffee?" Barbara asked.

I had been so busy that I had not realized how tired I was. I was beginning to flag and my eyes hurt from looking at the screen.

"Sure" I said. "I could do with a break!" 

"Me too!" Barbara said, and walked over to the coffeemaker.

I watched her big round ass sway as she walked away from me; it was as though she had put an extra wiggle into her walk now that we were alone!

I felt a lump in my pants and one in my throat as I watched her. Barbara came back a few minutes later with two steaming cups of black coffee, put them down on my desk, and sat down next to me.

As she did, she crossed her legs, causing her skirt to ride up, exposing a vast amount of stocking-clad leg. She dangled one shoe off the end of her toes, swinging it back and forth, as she drank her coffee, and I sat mesmerized, watching her.

She turned to me and, with a glint in her eye asked, "Did you like the view?" 

"I...I don't know what you mean!" I stammered,

"Yes you do, you couldn't take your eyes off my ass before, could you?" 

"I'm sorry Barbara." I blushed I actually blushed! "It was very unprofessional of me." 

"That's alright," she said with a smile, "most men I know are fascinated by it and even a few women too!" 

This last statement threw me into confusion. She saw my expression and gave me a big smile.

"Don't worry, I'm straight. It's just that I've got a few gay women friends who are always trying to get me into bed!" With that, Barbara got back to business. "So how are we doing?" she asked. "Are we nearly finished?" 

By now, it was 8pm and the lights in the office had switched off automatically, leaving us in a little island of light. I looked out the window at Atlanta, as it began lighting up as darkness fell.

"I think we have most of it," I said. "It just needs a little tweaking and it should be ready to print." 

"Good," Barbara said. "I'm getting hungry!" 

I realized that I was too, "How about pizza?" I asked.

Looking through my desk drawers, I found a menu for the local pizza place. I phoned up and ordered a 12'' with the works, a couple of sides and drinks. Then I phoned down to Marvin, the night security, to tell him to ring me when it arrived.

We finished our coffee and carried on working. About 20 minutes later, the phone rang on my desk.

"Pizza's here," Marvin said.

"I'll be right down," I replied, and put the phone down. I checked that I had my wallet on me, and headed down to the lobby desk.

"Don't be long." Barbara called after me, "I don't want to be on my own up here! It's a bit creepy, and I'd feel safer with a big strong man like you to take care of me." 

"I'll be 10 minutes max," I said over my shoulder.

When I reached the lobby, I paid the guy and headed back up.

"Food's here," I called out as I approached the office so that Barbara would know it was me. As I did, I noticed that just the two desk lamps illuminated the room. "I wasn't too long was I?" 

"Long enough!" I heard Barbara's husky voice reply from the shadows.

In the twin pools of light thrown by the lamps, I saw her get up out of her chair and walk towards the desk. When she was finally close to the desk, I nearly dropped the tray with the food on it. Barbara was standing there in just her bra, thong, stockings and heels!

"I thought we'd celebrate finishing the contract," she said smiling. "Are you going to come and kiss me, or do I have to come over there?" 

She began to walk around the desk to where I stood; holding the food like a complete idiot.

"Kathy told me all about you; you've been a very naughty boy!" 

"What... Who?" I stammered, trying to get my head around what Barbara was saying. "Wait...What...? How does your daughter know me?" I asked.

"Oh Kathy knows you very well!" Barbara told me as she took the food from my hands and set it on the desk. "She told me how you flirted with her until she gave in, and let you fuck her on your desk one day at lunchtime, when there was no-one around. She was just 19; an intern and just started college." Now she was standing directly in front of me. "She believed you when you told her you loved her." 

"But there haven't been any interns named Kathy Taylor working here," I said, desperately trying to remember any "Kathy's" I may have been with from the office.

"She used her father's name, Johnson," Barbara said.

Things suddenly began to get clearer. I had a mental picture of Kathy in my head, tall, blonde, big tits and long legs, almost a younger version of her mom! As I was trying to remember, Barbara pushed me back against the wall and started undoing my tie and unbuttoning my shirt.

"Kathy told me that you had a big cock, and that she couldn't take all of it in her." "She said that I had to come and work here, and try you out! You are the talk of the ladies' room!" Barbara huskily whispered in my ear as she removed my shirt. "Oh, I do like a man with muscles," Barbara said, seductively sliding her hands over my chest.

"I work out most days," I said.

"I'll bet you do!" Barbara laughed. "Servicing all those women takes a lot of energy." 

As she talked, Barbara undid my belt and unzipped my pants, putting her hand inside. She rubbed my lengthening shaft with the palm of her hand.

"All the girls say that, even though you are big, you are considerate. You didn't just ram it up them and bang away." With a squeeze round my cock, she finished, "I like that in a man!" 

Barbara stood close; I could smell her perfume and her soft warm scent. God, she was intoxicating!

"I've been a very naughty girl haven't I? Leading you on like this, and getting you all hot and bothered, you're going to have to punish me!" 

She said this with a seductive laugh, which told me that it was just what she wanted me to do! Reaching down she took hold of my shaft with a firm grip.

"Ooooh, Kathy wasn't lying, you are a big boy!" 

With that, my boxers joined my pants on the floor. Stepping out of my clothes, I left them in a pile. Barbara gave a gasp when she finally saw my cock.

"Oh honey, I am going to enjoy this." 

Kneeling down, and taking hold of me, she put her lips to the mushroom --shaped head, and gave it a lick, drinking down the first drops of pre-cum.She moaned as it trickled down her throat, "Mmm..." 

Opening her lips, Barbara swirled her tongue across the sensitive head, making my dick twitch. Then she opened her mouth; the sensation as her warm, wet, mouth enveloped my engorged shaft was indescribable, inch by inch it disappeared into this wanton woman's mouth, she sucked it down as if it was a candy bar and she hadn't eaten for a week.

Lacing my fingers in her curls, I encouraged her to swallow more of my growing member, she eagerly complied, and her tongue caressed the underside of my cock, drawing groans of pleasure.

"Ohhh, that's right! Suck my cock, make me hard for you," I whispered hoarsely.

By way of an answer Barbara's mouth engulfed more of my hardening cock, sucking in her cheeks to provide friction on my shaft. All the time she never took her eyes off mine, smiling around my engorged shaft, as she bobbed her head up and down it.

Taking her mouth from my now rigid shaft she said, "I don't want you to come in my mouth, I want your hot cum up my pussy!" 

Barbara stood up, and, reaching behind her, unclasped her bra, and her big breasts fell forward, contained just by the straps on her shoulders. She slid them down her arms and dropped the bra onto the floor. Arching her back slightly, Barbara thrust out her breasts for me to see.

"Not bad for an old broad huh?" She said, cupping them as she did. "Maybe you'd like a feel?" 

I took in the sight of this confident, sexy older woman, naked apart from stockings and heels, and my mouth went dry.

"My god you are gorgeous," I said. My voice barely above a whisper.

"Aren't you sweet?" Barbara said, smiling, standing in front of me. In a voice thick with lust she husked, "Play with my tits, it gets me so wet!

I lowered my face to her breasts, taking a nipple into my mouth. I swirled my tongue over the swelling bud, feeling it harden. Throwing her head back, she moaned, "Ooooo that feels nice!" "Do the other one!" 

I switched breasts and sucked on the other nipple, getting the same reaction, "Oh my god! I'm getting wet!" Barbara moaned.

She grabbed my hand and shoved it between her legs; I rubbed my hand on her mound through her thong, it was wet and getting wetter!

"Take off my panties!" Barbara gasped.

I reached for the waistband of her thong but Barbara stopped me.

"No," she hissed; "with your teeth! Get down on your knees and pull them down for me!" 

I knelt down in front of Barbara, pushed my face into her pussy, and took hold of her thong with my teeth. Barbara shivered as she felt my warm breath on her bare skin under the material, my mouth so close to her pussy. I could smell her strong, musky, aroma and it made my cock twitch and harden even more! Barbara took hold of the back of my head and pulled my face closer to her pussy, so that my nose pushed inside the lips. I pulled down the thong, it slid down her stockings with a whisper, and Barbara stepped out of it, naked apart from stockings and heels.

I could not resist tasting the beautiful, naked pussy before me, and so I leaned forward. My warm breath on her naked skin made her shiver in anticipation.

"Oh yes!" she groaned; "lick my pussy, make me wet for you!" 

Taking hold of the firm globes of her ass, I buried my face in Barbara's fragrant pussy. Running my tongue up her opening brought cries and moans from her throat, which she tried to stifle unsuccessfully with her hand. After a few minutes, she was sopping wet, but I wanted her where I could get better access to that gorgeous pussy.

Taking my mouth from her, I said to Barbara; "On the desk, I want to eat you properly!" 

She tottered backwards on unsteady legs, until the backs of her thighs touched the edge of the desk. She sat down heavily, probably before she fell down; her legs were shaking that much; I cleared a space on the desk so she could lie down. Barbara lay back and spread her thighs, opening her lips so I could get a better look at her beautiful bare pussy.

"Beautiful," I murmured, "just beautiful!" Barbara smiled.

"Don't just stand there, come here and lick my pussy!" 

The next ten minutes were filled with Barbara's pleadings for me to stop, then, the next moment, begging me to keep going. She tossed her head from side to side, biting her hand to stop her cries, as my tongue lashed her pussy and the growing button of her clit; the air hung heavy with the scent of her juices flowing copiously out of her and down her thighs.

When I introduced a finger alongside my tongue, Barbara groaned, when I introduced a second, she climaxed, her muscles contracting around them, gripping my fingers as she screamed out her pleasure. I cut off her screams with a long, deep kiss; she flung her arms around my neck, preventing me breaking the kiss. When she let me go, she continued gasping out her orgasm into my ear.

"Ohhh, fuck! Ohhh my god! That was amazing!" 

Her breasts heaved with her rapid breathing; I could not tear my eyes away as they bounced with every breath she took. She stroked herself languorously like a cat washing itself, eventually reaching her opening; she inserted two fingers inside herself and proceeded to bring herself off again as I watched, gasping and moaning as she did so.

When she had recovered, she sat up with a look on her face, which told me she wasn't finished! Reaching for me, she tested my hardness with her hand, before she spoke.

"Sit down, I want to ride you!" 

With that, she pushed me backwards into my chair, and I sat down heavily. Barbara stood astride me like some warrior queen, running her hands through her hair, her breasts firm and proud, a look of pure lust on her face mixed with a little apprehension. However, I could see her pussy lips glinting with juice and I knew she was ready!

Barbara knelt down on the chair; it groaned in protest at the extra weight. Her knees were both sides of my thighs and she lowered her pussy until it touched the head of my cock. She slid it back and forth a few times, coating the head with her juices and slowly sank down until the head was just inside her pussy lips.

"Oh my god, that feels soooo good!" Barbara groaned, "I'm going to take my time and enjoy this!" 

"Don't take too long." I said laughing. "Marvin starts his rounds in an hour!" 

"We don't want any spectators do we?" Barbara giggled and slid further down my cock, "Oh my god! You are so big! Fuck me! NOW!" 

I could feel Barbara's pussy muscles contracting and relaxing, drawing my cock deeper into her pussy each time. It felt like a warm hand inside a velvet glove had been wrapped around my cock!

I groaned, "Your pussy's so tight I don't think I can hold on for too long!" 

"We can't have that, can we?" Barbara said and; pushing down with her hips, her pussy engulfed the rest of my cock.

Barbara's breasts were right in front of my face; two mounds of flesh with large brown aureole and pink nipples like bullets. I leaned forward a little and took her left breast into my mouth, sucking and rolling it between my tongue and my teeth. As I did so, my cock rubbed against the front of Barbara's pussy and I could feel the bones pressing on it. Barbara's nipple hardened and swelled with blood as I gently bit it.

"Ohhh fuckkk that feels incredible!" She groaned, "Do the other one." 

She took hold of her right breast and fed it to me like a mother to her baby! I took it into my mouth, sucking and licking and biting it until Barbara nearly jumped off the chair!

"Ohhh my goddddd!" Barbara screamed. "Yessssss! Yesss! Ohhh Yesss!" 

I cut off her screams with a kiss. "Shhh," "Marvin will hear you downstairs." Actually, I would have been surprised if half of Atlanta hadn't heard her!

"Oops!" Barbara giggled, "But that felt incredible. I love having my tits sucked. It makes me sooo wet, now let's fuck!" 

With that, she started to push down with her thighs, as she did so her pussy raised up my cock a little, then she relaxed and it slid down again. Barbara gradually increased the pace, and before long, her pussy was sliding up and down my shaft as smoothly as a cylinder around a piston and just as quickly!

"Ohhh yesss! Ohhh fuckkk! Ohhh godddd!" Barbara yelled, trying to stifle her screams with her fist but not succeeding. "Oh that feels fucking amazing; it feels like my pussy has swallowed a tree trunk it's so full!" 

I started to buck my hips to meet Barbara's thrusts, all the while grabbing her fabulous ass.

"My god, you are a gorgeous sexy woman!" I gasped as I thrust upwards into her, "Your pussy is so tight!" "I don't think that I can hold on for too long!" 

"Just a bit longer," Barbara cooed," I'm nearly there." 

With that, she sat down hard and ground her pussy against my balls.

"Ohhh yesss! Ohhh, fuckkk! I'm coming!" Barbara screamed.

"Me too!" I yelled, and a stream of hot thick cum jetted from my cock up Barbara's hungry pussy, which began to flood with her own juices as well, as her orgasm exploded from within, soaking my hard cock and trickling down the shaft to my balls.

"Keep going," Barbara begged. "Fuck me harder! I want to come again!" 

The flow of cum from my balls had slowed but I was still rock hard, and so I kept thrusting into her, until I felt her pussy muscles contract around my cock, and she started to shiver and shake as the orgasm hit her.

"Ohhh fuckkk here it comes!" she moaned, and the force of it nearly tipped the chair over! "Oh my god, I haven't come twice like that in years." She was out of breath, but continued, "Kathy was right, you are a good lover!

As I held her to me, her head on my shoulder, our bodies covered in a film of sweat, I put a finger to Barbara's lips.

"Shhh, I think I heard a noise!" 

We listened, and sure enough, we heard the elevator heading for our floor.

"It's Marvin! He's started his rounds early!" 

"Oh fuck, let's hide" Barbara giggled.

Getting up from my lap, she turned off the two desk lamps while I hid the tray of food.

Grabbing my hand, she pulled me to the floor behind the desk.

Barbara said, "Get down, or Marvin will see us!" 

Therefore, just as we were, Barbara in stockings and heels, and me naked, we hid behind my desk like a couple of teenagers! I heard the elevator doors open and Marvin get out. He started shining his flashlight around the main office, all the while talking to himself.

"Shoot, I could a sworn I heard noises from up here" he muttered to himself.

Beside me, I could feel Barbara shaking, trying desperately not to laugh. Marvin shone his flashlight into every corner of the office, still talking to himself.

"Hmmm, nobody here, Guess I'll just check Mike's office to make sure." 

Beside me, I felt Barbara tense up when he said that, so I put an arm around her and pulled her towards me.

Barbara lowered her head into my lap, and before I could stop her, she had taken my limp cock into her mouth and was sucking it back to life! She licked and sucked gently on it, and, before long, I felt it stirring. While Barbara had been doing this, Marvin had reached the doorway of my office, and began shining his flashlight around the room.




An Office Affair



"Shoot, I must be hearing things, isn't nobody here!" and he left the office and headed for the elevator.

What with Barbara's blowjob and the danger of discovery, I was as hard as a rock!

"Fuck, that's the most erotic thing I've done in years!" Barbara laughed, "I felt like I was 16 again, when my dad nearly caught me fucking my boyfriend! I'm so horny; I need another fuck right now!" 

"I know what you mean," I said, looking at my hard-on. We stood up, and I swept everything else off the desk onto the floor apart from the two lamps and the computer screen.

"On your back," I said, Barbara lay down with her ass on the edge of the desk and her feet on the floor. "Spread your legs." 

I got between Barbara's legs, looking down at her ripe body, her breasts rising and falling in time with her rapid breathing, her wet pussy glistening with juice and her eyes burning with wanton lust!

"Fuck me hard now!" She groaned. "Just stick your cock up my pussy and fuck my brains out!" "I don't want you to be gentle!" 

Barbara spread her legs further to give me better access to her pussy. I leaned over her, and in one smooth movement, I plunged my rock hard cock inside her. I started to pump my cock in and out of Barbara's pussy as if my life depended on it! While I did this, I played with her tits, rolling and gently flicking the nipples, I got the desired result.

"Ohhh fuckkk, that feels good!" Barbara cried out, wrapping her legs around my ass and pulling me deeper inside her. "Don't stop, I'm nearly there!" 

My own orgasm wasn't far behind as we fucked like two animals on my desk. My ass was a blur as I thrust in and out of Barbara's pussy.

Suddenly she screamed, "Ohhh fuckkk! Ohhh yesss! Ohhh, my goddddd!" 

I muffled the rest, as I planted a kiss on her mouth as she came all over my cock.

Just then, my own orgasm hit. "Aaaahh fuckkk! Ohhh Christ! Nnnnngggg!" Was all I could manage, before I shot another stream of hot cum up Barbara's pussy.

I pulled out still hard, and said, "Turn over; I want to fuck you doggy style and feel those tits in my hands!" 

Barbara got up and bent over the desk, waggling her firm round ass at me.

"Come and get it!" She said over her shoulder. "It's hot, wet, and ready!" 

She spread her legs so I could see her juicy pussy. I aimed my cock straight for it and slid in right up to my balls! I reached forward and cupped Barbara's big firm tits in my hands.

"Oh god, that feels incredible," she groaned as I began slowly thrusting in and out.

At the same time, I was playing with her nipples, squeezing and rolling them between my thumb and forefinger. Barbara was making little mewling noises in her throat as I continued my twin assault on her pussy and tits.

I could feel stirrings in my balls and said, "I'm going to come again soon!" 

Barbara looked over her shoulder and said, "me too!" 

I grabbed Barbara's ass and began thrusting harder into her.

"Oooooh, easy tiger!" she gasped as I squeezed her tits at the same time.

Every time I squeezed, Barbara's pussy contracted around my cock, drawing cum out of my balls and up my shaft. I could feel it heading for the opening, and Barbara could too!

"Ohhh yesss! Fill my pussy with your hot cum once more," she moaned. "Give it to me!" 

At that moment, I could hold out no longer, and I shot one last load into Barbara's pussy, she came just afterwards, moaning and gasping and pushing back on my cock.

As we lay in the afterglow of the best fuck I had ever had, things got even better! As I sat down to recover, Barbara began to play with her pussy, sliding her fingers in and out, disappearing up to the knuckle; they glistened wetly with her juices. She ran her thumb over her clit, which was as hard as a frozen pea, making guttural moaning noises in the back of her throat.

"I want you to fuck me in the ass," she groaned, sliding a slick finger into her butthole, swiftly following it with a second, stretching her further open.

I watched, mesmerized as she finger-fucked her ass in front of me! As I watched, she slid a third finger up her gaping ass and furiously rammed them in and out, panting and gasping as she did so.

"I need your big, hard cock in my tight ass now!"  she almost screamed. "Get over here and give it to me!" 

I looked down at my swiftly deflating cock. "Not going to happen," I said, showing Barbara my rapidly shrinking dick.

"Come here and I'll give you a blowjob! That'll get it hard!" 

I wasn't so sure, "What if Marvin comes back?" 

"Fuck Marvin, he can watch for all I care, just get over here so I can get you hard." 

That made my mind up, and I presented my shrunken cock for Barbara's attentions. Taking it in her hand, she gave it a few fast jerks, I could feel it begin to swell and lengthen in the hand of this gorgeous, sexy, older woman. Leaning forward, she took me in her mouth, her tongue washing over the swelling tip, her teeth nibbled under the rim, gentle nips that had me twitching in her mouth.

As she drew back, long strings of saliva stretched between the tip of my rapidly growing cock and Barbara's mouth, some ran down her chin, pooling on the desk. She looked exactly what she was, a wanton, sexy, older woman who wanted her ass fucking! While she was ministering to my dick, Barbara was sliding her three fingers in and out of her asshole, making deep animal-like sounds in her throat.

"Oh fuck," she groaned. If you don't get round here now, I swear I am going to bring myself off!" 

I was ready, but I had a different location in mind other than the desk.

"The chair," I gasped, Barbara's mouth nearly had me shooting my load down her throat, and I knew she would not be pleased if I deprived her of her assfuck!

"What about it?" She asked, taking her mouth off my dick for a moment.

"You, on your knees, doggy style, now!"  I managed to grunt.

Barbara smiled her dirtiest smile yet and stood up; taking hold of my dick, she walked me over to the big leather swivel chair behind the desk, her ass wiggling and swaying on her high heels. I swear my cock got even bigger! She did as she was told, climbing up onto the seat on her knees, her ass turned towards me, my god, what a sight! I nearly shot my load there and then.

Looking back over her shoulder, she put out the tip of her tongue, wetting her lips, and then she put a blood- red painted fingernail between her teeth and cooed.

"Come on lover boy; stick your cock up this!"  With that, she wiggled her glorious ass and gave it a slap.

I could take no more. I got up behind Barbara, and grabbed hold of her ass cheeks, parting them with my thumbs. As they did, I pushed down, opening the puckered starfish. It spread like the petals of some exotic flower. Inserting my thumbs, I held it open; all the while Barbara was moaning and gasping.

"Put it in me, don't tease me!" 

I pushed forward, inserting just the head inside her.

"Nnnnpfh," she groaned around her fist, as I began to slide further inside her deepest, darkest place.

Turning to me, her knuckles showing white on the back of the chair, Barbara groaned.

"Slowly tiger, this is my first time" 

I could see fear and trepidation etched on her face, but there was something else in her eyes, a need and a desire to do this!

I could not believe it; this hot, sexy woman was giving me her anal cherry! She grunted animal-like as I slowly pushed further in, god she was tight!

"Oh, My, God... Oh, fuck... that hurts!" 

She put out a restraining hand on my belly, preventing me from going any deeper. I stopped for a minute, Barbara was too tense and too tight, we needed more lubrication.

"Kneel up, so I can play with your tits and pussy!" 

I thought that if I could stimulate her more, she might relax her asshole enough to let me inside her.

Barbara knelt up, giving me access to all areas; I squeezed her tits and nipples, pinching them hard enough to make her cry out, and at the same time, I rubbed and squeezed her ever-growing button, running a fingernail across the sensitive tip. When I slid two fingers inside her, she nearly leapt off the chair! I pumped her pussy, my fingers getting stickier by the minute as her juices started flowing. Eventually she cried out.

"Oh God, Oh yes, don't stop, I'm coming!" With that, a gush of sticky, clear, liquid ran down the insides of her thighs, coating her stockings in a sticky mess. She gripped hold of the back of the chair, quivering as her orgasm subsided. Watching her come had been exciting, but it also gave me an idea.

Pulling my dick out of Barbara's tight ass was not easy, but I accomplished it, accompanied by a chorus of moans and groans from Barbara.

"Where are you going? Put it back in!" 

"We need more lube, I'm going to fuck your pussy for a minute, get it nice and slick!" 

"Don't you dare cum in my pussy!" She said through gritted teeth.

"I won't." 

However, that proved harder than I had imagined. The moment I slid inside Barbara's slick, wet pussy, and felt her muscles close round me, I very nearly shot my load there and then! However, by a combination of gritting my teeth and a mental picture of her firm tight ass, I managed to control myself and gave a few thrusts, coating my cock in her thick, sticky juices.

Opening up her puckered anus, I presented the head of my cock to Barbara's ass again. This time the head went in easily, Barbara made a noise in the back of her throat.

"Ohhh Fuck!" "Oh my God!" 

She pushed back against my dick, forcing it further inside her. As each inch penetrated her deepest, most intimate opening, she continued uttering oaths and expletives. Soon, I was balls-deep in Barbara's ass, god she was tight!

Slowly, I built up a rhythm, it was difficult, and her sphincter muscle gripped my cock so hard, I thought that I would never get it all in, or out again for that matter! Eventually though, she relaxed and I speeded up my thrusting, I knew I could not last long, and told her.

"Pull it out and come in my mouth and on my tits!" 

I did as I was told, pulling out just before shooting the biggest load of the night. After I did, Barbara took me into her hot, wet, mouth, sucking hard. I could feel cum rising towards the tip, like an unstoppable train. Barbara opened her mouth wide, just as the first spurts jetted onto her face. Taking hold of my twitching cock, I directed the rest into her open mouth, which she swallowed greedily! Some ran out of the corners of her mouth; she just knelt there, cum running down her face and onto her heaving tits.

Barbara tipped her head back, cum coating her throat on its way down.

"Mmm, that was nice, you taste salty!" 

"Oh fuck," I groaned, my knees quivering as my hand stroked my cock, teasing the last few drops out of the tip, onto her heaving breasts, "That was the best fuck I've ever had!" 

Barbara got down off the chair, she was dripping in sweat, the both of us were!

"Let me clean you up!" 

So saying, she sat down and grasped my softening cock, drawing it to her mouth, she ran the tip of her tongue across the sensitive head and into the eye-hole, I swear, if I had had a drop of cum left, Barbara would have been swallowing it. She engulfed it in her hot, wet, sticky, mouth, sucking it clean, working her way to my sweaty balls, also covered in her juices.

Making moaning noises and "mmm..." sounds; she cleaned up my glistening cock, when she reached my balls, she sucked each one in turn into her mouth, rolling it across her warm wet tongue, wiping it clean.

"Fuck, that feels incredible; you don't fancy one more go do you?" 

"Love to, but I think we'd better get out of here, don't you, before someone finds us?" 

"We'll take the executive elevator," I said, "I've got a key, and it goes straight to the parking garage." 

We got dressed, Barbara just put on her skirt and blouse.

She handed me her soppy thong and said, "Here, use this to jerk off with later. I know you're going to!" 

I took it and held it to my nose, inhaling her warm scent.

"Thanks," I said, putting it in my pocket.

We headed for the executive elevator and I pressed the button to take us to the parking garage .When we got out we headed for our respective cars, the only two left in the garage. Barbara gave me a long lingering kiss before getting in her car. "Thank you" she said with a big smile, "we must do this again sometime!" I didn't realize just how soon that would be!

When I got home, I stripped off and headed for the shower, I could smell Barbara's sweat and perfume on my skin and was reluctant at first to wash it off, but I needed something to eat and some sleep before work tomorrow morning.

I managed to get a few hours of sleep, but only after jerking off using Barbara's thong! I shot a huge load into the sheets and promptly fell asleep. My dreams were filled with images of Barbara naked and riding my cock as we orgasmed together!

My alarm clock woke me at 7:30. I showered and had some breakfast and dressed for work. When I got in there was no one about, and I set about tidying up my office and printing off the contract, which, in all last night's excitement I had forgotten to do!

The air was heavy with the scent of sweat and sex and Barbara's naked skin, so I pulled out an air freshener from a draw in my desk and sprayed the room.

While the printer hummed away, I dumped the food in the trash, saving a soda for a sugar boost! Just before 9am, Barbara arrived, all businesslike, in a black jacket and black knee-length skirt and a white blouse buttoned up to her throat.

"Good morning," she said smiling, "sleep well?" 

"Not really," I said, making a grab for her, but she avoided me. "I couldn't stop dreaming about fucking you and I shot a huge load into the sheets!" 

Barbara wrinkled her nose. "You'd better wash them tonight or they'll smell!" She said with a twinkle in her eye, and a smile played around the corners of her mouth.

"I'd sooner be fucking you than doing the laundry tonight!" I said.

"We'll have to see about that, won't we?" Barbara said laughing. "Is the contract printed out yet? If it is, I'll take it up to Angela for Bob to read." 

I handed the contract to Barbara and stared after her as she headed for the elevator, hips swinging, her firm round ass moving in time beneath her skirt!

"Fuck, I have got to have some more of that ass!" I thought to myself.

Barbara and I spent the morning catching up with work while we waited for a call from Bob. Eventually the phone rang, it was Angela, Bob's assistant. Could we come up and discuss the Grunewald contract? Bob stood up as Barbara and I entered his office.

"Come in, come in," he said smiling, "I've read through the contract and you two have done a great job. It's watertight with no loopholes. I'm very pleased." 

I sighed inwardly with relief, and looked at Barbara and saw she was smiling.

"In fact, I've got another project for you two. As you know, I've been away for a few days. Well I have been in Sacramento meeting a potential client, a sportswear manufacturer and he is very interested in us representing him! Angela will fill you in with the details so that you can get started." 

Barbara asked, "Will it take long?" 

Bob replied, "Yes, I'm afraid it may mean some late nights." 

Barbara and I looked at each other and smiled, and Barbara winked at me, turning her head so that Bob couldn't see.

"Right then, we'll go and get started," I said, and shook Bob's hand, Barbara did the same and we headed for the door.

When we got outside, Barbara turned to me, laughing. "Well here we go again!" 

To be continued... 



An Office Affair



Much as I hate staying late at work, I hate going home even more. At least it's quiet when everyone else has left. The phones have stopped ringing, the faxes are still, there are no assistants knocking at my door. It'll just be me as usual. God I need a drink. 

As I cross to the small stash of liquor I keep in my desk, I look out along the long row of cubicles and notice the dark head bent over a computer. Greg - hard at work. I forgot for a moment that I had asked you to help finish the Brubaker project. The thing was proving to be a bitch.


I pour myself a healthy splash of bourbon and raise it to my lips. The heat slides down my throat like a smooth flame, warming me from the inside out. I really shouldn't drink this stuff, it goes straight to my head and gives me ideas. I stand in the doorway watching you work. I can only see the top of your head from here, but my mind fills in the rest. Don't think I haven't noticed you. From our very first interview you have starred secretly in my dreams. I've pictured your large hands smoothing down over my body as you lay me down onto my desk, slowly pulling off my conservative suit. Kissing my...

Wait a minute, my desk? These dreams always take place on a beach or someplace wonderful, not in my office! I open my eyes and realize that I've been standing at the open door fantasizing about a man not 50 feet from me. A younger handsome man who thinks I'm attractive. I've seen the way he looks at me during client meetings and project brainstorming huddles. It's the reason I've started wearing tighter skirts and blouses. 

Yep, the drink has gone straight to my head, and I think a little farther south. I toss back the rest and walk back to the bottle to pour another measure for myself. I also take out another glass. 

They say you should never drink alone.

Without turning, I call out your name. "Greg, why don't you come in here and take a break?" 


A moment later, still facing the window, I feel you come up behind me. I can feel the heat from your body - you smell delicious. I turn to find you standing so very close. A shiver runs down my spine. The thoughts chasing through my brain are so wrong yet so...well...delicious. I truly just want to eat you up.


I hand you the glass and gesture to the amber bottle. "Have a drink and come sit with me", I tell you, "we both need to relax for a bit." I move away as I speak, I've got to put a little space between us before I jump you where you stand. The sight of you in front of that desk is giving me ideas. Is it wrong to want to grab your face and kiss the life out of you? To run my nails down the front of that starched white shirt? With the jacket off I can see how broad your chest is, how wide your shoulders are. Your biceps are huge. I'll bet they could hold me against the wall for hours


I'm gonna get fired, I know it! I must have slept through that inservice on sexual harassment and I've probably imagined the way you look at me. Hell, I'm sure you think I'm a bitch. An old bossy bitch.

I lean back against the cushions of my leather couch and watch as you cross the room to join me. So I get fired, who cares! If I don't at least get to touch you, I'll combust. 

As you sit down beside me and turn to watch the sunset, I try to decide how to proceed - do I just tell you what I want? Do I ask you to please, please touch me? Crap, I've forgotten how to do this. I've been stuck with a shit of a husband for so long, that the flirty/sexy part of me that I need now has died. Though apparently my hormones still work, 'cause I'm having a hot flash. Either that or it's early menopause. 


I figure that I might as well try to cool this heat a little and take my suit jacket off, after-all, you had ditched yours. No need to be stuffy after hours. I swivel on my seat to partially face you and open my mouth to start a conversation but my mind freezes. You have a dazed expression on your face and are staring at my chest. I glance down thinking that I've no doubt dribbled bourbon on my blouse or something. But the only thing I notice is that the top three buttons are undone, the light from the windows has made the fabric kinda see-through, and you are staring at my breasts. My nipples tighten as I watch you watching me. 


I shift a little more in my seat and recross my legs. Slowly. Your eyes now fix on the sight of the skin visible above my stockings when my skirt pulls tight. Your nostrils flare and I see the tip of your tongue sweep along your lower lip as if you are tasting something sweet. I can give you sweet, I think to myself, and a whole lot more. 


I rub my hand along the inner curve of my upper leg and lean towards you while I rest my other arm and the still icy glass on the back of the sofa. This pulls my shirt open a bit more, and I feel another button go. Your eyes dart back to my chest and fasten on the scalloped edge of my bra that now peeks out from the opening. Poor baby, is the big bad boss too much to handle? Not to worry, I'll take care of your handle. Ooo, did I just think that? Hell, yes.


"So Greg, how do you like this so far?" 

Your eyes jerk up to mine and widen. Surely I'm not asking what you think I'm asking!

"Working downtown was quite a change for you wasn't it?" I see your muscles visibly relax, and I think you answer me, but I'm not really listening. I'm plotting my next move. How can I get you to actually touch me? I notice the drink still in my hand. Man I hate to waste good whiskey, and it's a high school boy's trick, but...I take a last gulp (for courage) and spill the rest down my blouse and onto my lap. "Oh my god, I can't believe I just did that, what a klutz". 


I sit up straighter and uncross my legs so that my knees are apart just a wee bit more than they should be as I rub my hand down over my wet shirt as if to wipe away the mess. Of course this just molds it to my chest, my lacy red bra now clearly visible, my nipples more obvious. You hurry into the attached bathroom to grab a towel, and kneel in front of me to begin wiping at my wet clothes. Your movements are fast and efficient at first. I think you are actually trying to help. But by the third pass you seem to realize just what you're wiping at and suddenly slow. 


Now your hand, and of course the towel, is gently stroking over the same section of damp shirt, over and over. It just happens to be the section over my right breast. Your eyes are glued to the action of your hand and the re-action of my nipple as it hardens even more. My breathing becomes shallow as I try not make a sound. I don't want to wake you from this trance you seem to be under. You might stop! 

The towel drops from your slackening grip and falls to my lap, yet you don't seem to notice and are now taking the same route with just your hand. Once. Twice. Your fingers stroke past my nipple again and again, as you unconsciously move closer and press against my knees. I spread my legs wider apart to allow you. I'm biting my lip at this point in agony. My head kicks back and a small moan escapes from my throat. I feel your hand pause mid pass, the palm dead center on that now throbbing nip. Yes, throbbing.


I open my eyes and glance back down at your face. The expression is intense and unapologetic. We stay that way, staring into each others eyes, till I cup your face and nod yes. "Please", I whisper.

Your hand tightens almost painfully and you surge upright to kiss me, as your free hand buries itself in my hair to tilt my face, and pin me in place. The buckle of your belt hooks onto the edge of my skirt, and as you rise higher on your knees, it is dragged upwards until it leaves the uncovered tops of my thighs exposed. Your hips press closer and I can feel the ridge of your erection against the center of my body. The thin scrap of underwear is all that separates the hardness rubbing against me as you rock your hips in sync with the thrusting of your tongue into my open mouth. Oh yeah, that underwear and your pants! Lets not forget your pants. Or the fact that I have hands that can remove said pants. 

As you continue to eat at my mouth, I finally move those hands and run them up your arms and over your shoulders. I have a specific goal in mind but figure I might as well take the full tour on the way down. I use this opportunity to actually do one of the things I had wanted to do, and scrape my nails down the front of your shirt, hard. 

You pull away from my lips and gasp at the sensation. In retaliation, you grind the growing bulge in your pants up against my crotch. Now it's my turn to gasp and I grow wet with a rush. I let go of your shirt and slump back on the sofa. Forget the damn pants, give me more of that. My new position pushes my breasts upwards and you bend over me to lick at my nipple right through the shirt as you continue grinding against me. 


"Greg! Please! You're killing me!" I moan as I try to pull you closer with my knees at your hips. But you reach back and grab my legs, pulling them up and apart till you can just hook the heel of my 3 inch red pumps onto the edge of the leather seat. Ok, now I'm bent in two like a pretzel. I also suddenly feel very exposed and move to unfold my legs back to a more normal position, but can't. The way you've set me up prevents the heels from slipping past the lip of the cushions and I'm stuck. On display.


I blush as you lean back to finally look at what you've revealed. Apparently, now I'm gonna be shy. You sink back down on your knees before me, just looking. I wonder at the thoughts going through your mind. Your eyes seem to devour me as your hands slide along my inner thighs. Those hands stop to run a finger along the skin just above my stocking. It's a light touch but still my thighs quiver. Your palms glide over this baby smooth skin to the top, where my leg joins my pelvic cradle. Your fingers run back and forth over the lace at the very edge of my matching red silk panties. I hold my breath. Inside my mind I'm chanting "please yes, please yes" over and over. At last you move. 

Your head dips forward and you lay a kiss on the little bow at the top of the waistband. Your fingers are now running just under the lace, the pads light on my skin. I'm shaking with anticipation. 

The next kiss is lower, at the crest of my pubic bone. I whine at the touch. Your fingers move inward, farther under the edging. I whine again and bite my lip. Your head rears back and you focus on my face. Though your fingers are still moving, still rubbing, you've stopped the kisses and are just looking at me. Waiting.

"Tell me what you want", you growl, "say the words. Tell me how to please you". 

"Please. Keep going" I'm begging now.

"No. No please. No polite. No coy. Just say it", your fingers dig into the meat of my labia and pull sideways, opening me slightly. My panties are still on. "Tell me what you you want. I need to know you're aware that it's me your asking". I feel a rush of wetness ooze onto the red silk. Could I really do this? Really tell this amazing man that I've secretly lusted after what to do to me? Could I not?


I take a breath... "I want you to eat me. I want you to lick my entire body. I want you to touch every part of me and then I want you to fuck me till I can't stand. I want you to make me scream till I'm hoarse, then I want you to do it all again". 
The smile on your face was a joy to behold as you ripped off my panties and told me, "I thought you'd never ask my beautiful boss. I thought you'd never ask". 


I was lost the minute you ducked down and, for the first time, put your mouth to my pussy and ate me raw.

"Oh sweet Heaven above", I moan as you settle between my legs to drive me mad. This may very well kill me. 

It's been so long since I've been touched by anything other than my own hand. I've forgotten the emotion that comes from the feeling of someone's tongue dipping deep into my core before sweeping up to flick at my clit. The shock of a finger, no wait now two, reaching to curl over that elusive spot so oft believed a myth. My own fingers grasp at my nipple, tugging and rubbing. My other hand holds the back of your head, your dark hair soft and thick to my touch. My hips jerk involuntarily as you do something that sends vibrations through the bundle of nerves that is my clit. I pull harder at my breast and feel your hand close over the other one to squeeze and press. I'm so freaking wet I think I'm leaking and the vague thought runs through my mind that I'm glad this thing is leather. What can I say - I'm a girl. 

Through the fog of my pleasure I hear you comment but don't really hear the words. 

The draft on my lower body lets me know that I'm naked from the waist down. I didn't even notice you pulling off my skirt! Your fingers twist inside me and I reach to grab your head with both hands, pushing you closer, your mouth deeper. My head thrashes side to side on the cushions as you lick and suck and nibble at my weeping pussy. A hand moves from its grip on my ass cheek to run the fingers over the strip of dark blond hair just above where your mouth is working. You pet me there briefly before pressing down and pulling the skin up to expose more of my swollen clitoris to your flicking tongue. I'm so close. Tremors radiate from my pussy. I move my hands back to my breasts and just squeeze, my fingers digging into the soft flesh. That small bit of pain adds to the mounting arousal. Moans come almost continuously from my throat. So close. 

You suck me into your mouth and set your teeth against the nub to bite down lightly just as you add a third finger to those buried inside me. The longer middle one presses against my G spot and I cum with a shout. The sound loud in the big office. 

You gentle your touch as the walls of my pussy ripple around the fingers still in place. Your tongue laps at the cream that wells out around them.

Once I've settled, you pull away, laying one last kiss against the heart of me. You reach to unhook my heels and lower my feet back to the floor. Your hands run along my thighs which are lying boneless on the cushions. I'm too relaxed to care that they're spread wide open. Your palms sweep up further, over my garter belt to the bottom edge of my shirt. The buttons give one by one till you can spread it open and peel it away from my bra. The damp fabric sticks to my skin as you slowly pull it off. The spill of liquor hadn't had time to dry. My shirt joins the heap that is my skirt and panties on the floor. 

You stroke over the silk covering my breasts before pulling the cups down to cradle them. This pushes them up like an offering. Your thumbs flick over and over my nipples. Pulling and pinching till they are cherry red and hard as pebbles. Your tongue licks from one to the other. Suckling and kissing and licking each in turn, till I start to shift restlessly, that intense feeling building in me again. But much as I could let you do this all day, I want to have a chance to touch you. To see your body without its corporate wrappings. So I pry your mouth away from my breast and bring your face up for a kiss. "I need to see all of you", I say against your lips, "I want to taste you too". 


My hands slide down over your pecs still hidden by that damn undershirt. I pull it off to get at the chest underneath. My hands continue exploring, over those well defined pecs and your tight dusky nipples that harden as I pass. I lean down to kiss and lick each one. Now it is you who holds the back of my head closer, and I shift forward on the sofa to get nearer. My fingertips run along the ridges of your tight abs. I watch the muscles tighten as I follow the trail of dark hair that disappears into your pants, which of course is where I want to be. I ask you to stand up for me and look up as you stand so tall between my naked thighs. I stroke the large bulge now at eye level as I reach for your belt and quickly undo it. The button is next though I slow down as I pull at the zipper. It opens so easily. The teeth are already being pulled apart from the pressure behind. I find another barrier. What's with all the underwear dammit, I need to touch you! I let your pants fall to the floor and you balance with the hand on my head to kick them off your feet. I notice that you must have taken off your shoes and socks at some point. I scrape the tops of my nails up your muscled thighs and hook my fingers in the band of your black boxer briefs. Your fingers clench at my head in anticipation. I look into your eyes as I pull the briefs down till you spill out into my face and I refocus on your big cock. I forget about the fabric I'm holding and reach to hold something else. You.


"Woof". 

I realize I've said that out loud when you quietly chuckle. But I'd say it again, I meant it, except that I'm too busy using my mouth for something else. Without any hesitation, I've taken hold of your still growing dick and fed it into my warm mouth. Your chuckles turn to a moan as I return the favor you paid me and suck you in like a ten dollar whore. Ok, I don't really know what those are and would hope that you'd pay more than ten dollars for a hooker, but my brain is on disconnect at the moment and these random thoughts are just flying. But my oral skills are just fine. I remember liking giving head when I was younger and I was pretty good at it. Lord I hope I haven't forgotten how. 


My hand tightens at the base of your penis as my lips slide down to meet them. I pause for a moment and swallow. You can feel my throat close around your head and moan again. I move my head back to let your length slip out of my mouth. I grip the base a little harder and lick along the vein that runs to the top, stopping to pay attention to the very tip. My tongue dips into the slit to search for that first bit of pre-cum. I suck you back in to deep throat you one more time as my other hand leaves your hip to fondle your balls. I roll them in my hand while I bob up and down on your shaft, sucking and licking like mad. My eyes are closed as I work to bring you the same pleasure you gave me but I feel your hands against the back of my head. Alternating between pushing me closer and running your fingers through my long blond hair. At some point you must have pulled all the pins out and let it hang loosely down my back. 
I move faster, you're so hard now I can tell you are ready to pop. I give your balls a last squeeze and suck you down deep as you finally cum with a loud guttural moan. As that first stream of thick heat hits the back of my throat, I have a microsecond of time to decide if I should swallow or close my throat and let it drip back down over your cock. That's a decision we've all had to make at some point. 


I swallow it down. To do otherwise would be an insult to the way you've made me feel. 


I let you slip out past my lips and sit back on my seat to catch my breath. I still hold you in my hand, playing lightly. 
You grip my upper arms and pull me to my feet so that I stand in front of you. Our damp naked bodies brush together. We kiss, our hands roaming over each others sweat dampened bodies. We kiss, and lick, and kiss, and pet, and stumble over our own feet in the haste to find a surface. Never mind that the couch was just behind us. I think you wanted to head towards the wall of windows, which was too public a display for me, and I think I wanted one of the visitor chairs. So we pushed and pulled and stumbled as we moved, till the edge of the desk suddenly hit the back of my thighs and I sat down hard on its surface. Yes, the desk from my dreams, this would do nicely. 


Your large body pressed to my front, pinning me in place. Not that I wanted to go anywhere. I wiggled my butt on the top till I was comfortable. I thought we would be in this spot for a bit, when your arm swept out to clear almost everything to the floor, and you swiveled me around so that I was facing the tinted windows. I could certainly appreciate the view, and not just that of the man coming around to stand between my legs. But I was raised with the no PDA rule and sitting butt naked on my office desk in full view of the panorama of city lights was..well..exciting the hell out of me. I knew that the tinting was to keep out UV rays, not make me invisible. So if there were people that had stayed late in any of the surrounding high rises - I hope they had popcorn for the show they were about to get...



An Office Affair Addition



INTRODUCTION

My Administrative Assistant Cathleen and I had been having and affair for the past five years. For us it was pure recreational sex. We never kissed on the lips but our mouths were every where else on our bodies. It had started innocently enough at a management retreat that lasted three days. We had both had a little too much to drink one evening and Cathleen ended up in my hotel room. By the time the three days were up my cock had been in her ass, mouth and pussy. My mouth had also been all over her body; kissing and sucking her tits and nipples; rimming her hot ass and eating her tasty pussy. After that retreat we continued the affair and had sex in the office, romantic interludes, in the car and other public places.

Over the years we had actually worked out a routine. Cathleen took and aerobic class on Tuesday and Thursday evenings and on Tuesday after class we met at a romantic interlude motel. We always opted for the room with the Jacuzzi and we had hours of great sex. On Thursdays after aerobics we often had sex in my car. Cathleen loved it when I pulled her aerobic stretch pants down and bared her gorgeous ass. I would usually end up fucking her in the ass and eating her pussy. Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays are sex was conducted in my office. It would depend how much time I had available on a particular day as to whether she sucked my cock or I fucked her pussy or ass. I would always reciprocate by eating her pussy whenever she sucked me off or I butt fucked her. 

During the course of our affair, Cathleen and I had two threesomes; one with my close friend Ken when he was in town and the other time with her former aerobic instructor Jenny. We weren't even thinking about another threesome until a cute girl named Suzette came into our lives. On Fridays after work we would stop for a drink at our favorite watering hole and on evening Cathleen invited Suzette to join us.

Suzette and Cathleen met at the aerobics class and Cathleen learned that Suzette worked in the graphics department. I had never seen Suzette around the building bit then graphics was in a remote location. After aerobics Cathleen on Thursday, Cathleen came back to the office as she always did wearing her aerobic outfit. I always got turned on when I saw her round, firm shapely ass encased in her tights. That evening Suzette came with Cathleen and I was introduced to her.

Suzette was a cute young woman at the age of 25. She reminded me of the movie actress Jacqueline Bisset although she was not as pretty as the actress. Still she was cute and she was built similar with all the bumps in the right places. Suzette had the same angular facial features as the actress and I was sure that she was of French descent. She was a little shy around me, a trait that actually turned me on. I checked out her figure while she was talking with Cathleen and I guessed it to be 34-24-34. She was about 5'6" and she could not have weighed more than 110 pounds. Her legs and ass looked good and I guessed her tits to be 34B. 

Cathleen told Suzette that we had some things to do but that she should join us for cocktails on Friday evening. Suzette was thrilled to be invited and then she left the office. "I hope you were okay with me inviting her for tomorrow evening. She shared with me that she doesn't date much and she had nothing going on," Cathleen offered.

"Oh sure it's okay. She is kind of cute in her own way and she has a nice figure," I replied.

Cathleen and I then left the office and headed to my car. Within minutes she was laying face down on the reclined passenger seat with her lubed up ass ready to receive my stiff cock. I didn't last long as I never did when I was in her ass and I shot a substantial load into her. Then she rolled over and I dove in and ate her pussy. Minutes later we were on our way home in our own cars.

FRIDAY WITH SUZETTE

That Friday turned out to be a zoo at the office and I didn't have a minute to myself. I even worked through lunch and by the time the work day was over I was ready for a drink. I didn't even have time for one of Cathleen's fantastic blow jobs that day. As I headed over to the watering hole I thought about Joannie and Phyllis and what they might be up that weekend. I had been dating both of them occasionally and I hoped one of them might be available on Saturday.

When I arrived at the watering hole I located Cathleen and Suzette hanging out together. Suzette didn't know any of the regulars so she had stayed close to Cathleen. They both smiled and waved when they spotted me. When I got to their table I noticed that Cathleen had a drink waiting for me, Johnny Walker Black on the rocks with a water back. I greeted both girls and then took a sip of my drink.

"Thanks for having that ready," I said.

"I knew you would be ready after the day you put in," Cathleen replied with a mock toast.

"Thanks for letting me tag along," Suzette said blushing slightly.

"No problem, glad you could join us," I told her.

Cathleen and I knew most of the people from the office that were there but Suzette had never met any of them. I looked at Suzette and she was wearing a very conservative outfit that did nothing for her. One would never know that she had a cute shapely figure under her full length dress. The dress hung loosely on her and it was unflattering. I thought to myself. "No wonder she doesn't have anything going on."

After a couple of hours Cathleen had to leave and get home. She said goodbye to Suzette and me and then left the bar. Suzette was at first nervous with me by herself but she soon relaxed. "I hope that I wasn't a third wheel tonight," she said.

"Don't be silly, Cathleen is married," I answered assuming that Suzette did not know about the affair. No one in the office knew about the affair.

"Oh I didn't mean it that way. I know that you know most everyone here and I didn't want to be in the way. If you want to visit with other people don't worry about me," she offered meekly.

"Don't worry about it. I see these folks all the time and besides I enjoy your company," I told her.

Suzette blushed again and then said, "Cathleen told me that you thought that I was cute and that I had a nice figure. I had forgotten that you saw me in my aerobic outfit."

"She told you that huh? Well it's true you do have a cute figure but one would never know it with that dress you have on," I replied being honest with her.

"I always wear conservative clothes to the office," she admitted blushing again.

"You should think about changing that if you want to attract some guys," I suggested.

Suzette blushed again and then sipped her white wine. I finished my third drink and that was enough before I drove home. "I'm going to take off. Do you want me to introduce you to some people before I leave," I offered.

"No that's okay, I'm going to leave too," she replied.

"Okay, I'll walk you to your car," I told her.

"Thanks!"

I paid the tab and then we left the bar together. I walked Suzette over to her car and waited until she unlocked it. "Thank you so much," she said and then she hugged me.

I put my arms around her and hugged her back. I like the feel of her firm slender body and I felt my loins stir briefly. At that moment I had the urge to kiss her. I moved my head around hers and fastened my lips to hers. I felt her tremble in my arms as she returned the kiss. Taking it to the next step I slipped my tongue in her mouth and she gasped in my mouth and trembled in my arms. Then we broke the kiss and I looked into her dark brown eyes that seemed to sparkle with desire.

"I was going to say goodnight but it doesn't have to end if you don't want it to," I whispered.

"If you come to my place will you be discreet in the office. I don't want it all over the building that we slept together," she questioned nervously.

"I would never do that. What we do outside the office is our business," I assured her.

"Will you follow me home then?" she asked.

"Absolutely, it will be my pleasure," I accepted.

I went to my car and then followed Suzette to her apartment. She only lived about 20 minutes from the bar and it was an easy drive. I was looking forward to seeing that cute figure again but this time without any clothes impeding it. When we got to the apartment complex I parked in the visitor space and walked over to Suzette's car. Then the two of us walked to her apartment. Once in her bedroom we wasted no time getting undressed. Suzette got in the bed and lay back as I took in her figure. She was in great shape. She had nice legs, a narrow waist, great abs and nice tits. I looked at her pubes and noticed the light brown tuft of hair above her pussy.

I walked over to the bed and sat on the side of it. I stroked Suzette's shapely legs and luscious thighs. My hand drifted up to her mound and I felt that she was wet with desire. She smiled at me as I fingered her pussy and licked my fingers clean of her juices. She took my cock in her hand and stared at it briefly.

"You're big," she sighed.

"No that big," I replied but I was pleased with my package. Cathleen measured it once and told me that I was just under 8" long and 5" around.

Then Suzette opened her arms and welcomed me into her body for the first time. I slipped between her thighs and slid my hard cock into her quim. Suzette uttered an audible gasp as I hit bottom. I began to fuck her slowly and eased my cock almost all the way out of her pussy before plunging it back in. She was lost in the lust of the moment.

"Oh that's it fuck me, fuck me slow, fuck me good, fuck me forever," she whispered.

I was surprised to hear her use the fuck word. Just hearing her asking me to fuck her was an incredible turn-on for me and I picked up my pace. Suzette threw her hips up at me as if to try and get me deeper in her cunt. I felt my orgasm approaching but I didn't want to cum before she did so I tried to slow down.

"No, no don't stop, fuck me faster, I'm so close," Suzette begged.

I picked up the pace again as we both raced toward our orgasms. I don't know who came first because we were so close but Suzette wrapped her legs around me and humped me for all she was worth as I spurted my seed deep in her womb. We continued to fuck each other until we were drained. I collapsed on top of Suzette and she didn't seem to mind my weight as she held me and cried out. 

"Oh thank you, thank you," she said over and over.

I rolled off of Suzette and lay next to her on the bed. She smiled at me and then snuggled in closer. We talked for the next several minutes and she told me that she was happy that we got together. I learned that her mother was French and her father was Italian descent. As I lay next to her I caressed her breasts, neck and arms, teasing her skin with my fingernails and tongue. Suzette made a low, drawn out sound. Deciding that I'd teased her enough I started on her naked breasts. As I sucked her warm flesh into my mouth and rolled a nipple between my teeth, Suzette let out a moan of pleasure.

Suzette then moved down the bed, gently took hold of my cock and took me into her mouth, rolling my cock around and getting it wet with her saliva, while her hand worked my shaft up and down at the same time. Seconds later, she straddled me. Her hand wrapped around my now slippery cock and I felt the tickle of her pubic hair just before her soft flesh nudged my helmet and then it was suddenly engulfed by the heat and tightness of her pussy.

Suzette grabbed hold of the top of the head board on either side of my head as I held onto her hips. She rocked her hips back and forth, pressing downwards and working the walls of her pussy as I slid into her further. The next motion of her hips caused her to gasp in pleasure as my full length penetrated her. She began to work up and down, back and forth as she moaned in pleasure. She felt particularly tight in this position and the unhurried pace felt sensuous and wonderful. Suzette continued to ride me at a slow, even pace as I relaxed and let her take charge. As she fucked herself on me I could hear the smacking and sucking sound of her pussy as my cock moved around inside her. 

Her firm medium sized breasts jiggled as Suzette picked up the pace. She pushed her hips down until our groins met and then lifted up until just the swollen tip of my cock remained inside her. She seemed to know just how far to move so that my cock never slipped out of her pussy. Her thigh muscles felt firm and tight under my hands as she worked her body on me. The speed of our groins slapping together increased as fucked faster and harder. We really had our rhythm going now and I thrust up into her as she lowered herself on me. Her pussy contracted around my cock as her eyes fluttered and she emitted a high pitch scream. Suzette grabbed onto my shoulders as she rode out her orgasm. 

Suzette covered my face with kisses and then plunged her tongue into my mouth. As she kissed me she murmured softly into my neck and shoulders. She thanked me over and over as she held herself tightly to me. We stayed in that position for several minutes with her limp body on top of mine. Then she spoke in a whisper.

"Would like to stay the night? I would like it if you stayed with me," she said softly.

"I would love to stay the night," I accepted her offer.

Suzette then got off of me and moved to her side pressing her curvy bottom into me. I wrapped my arm around her body and located her breast. I pulled her tightly to me as I caressed her breast and played with her erect nipple. We both fell asleep in that position.

SATURDAY WITH SUZETTE

Saturday morning I woke up first and looked at the cute young woman lying next to me in bed. She looked so angelic sleeping on her back with her cute firm tits poking up in the hair and her hot pussy on display. I eased her legs apart and lowered my mouth to her vulva. I teased her with my tongue until her pussy heated up and glistened with moisture. She started to stir and reached down to her pussy only to find my head between her legs. She opened her legs wider giving me easier access to her luscious pussy.

I located her clit and brought a soft moan to her lips as I nibbled it gently. I then inserted a thick finger into her pussy and continued to tease her hard clit. Her pussy was getting wetter and wetter and she started to move her hips with a desire to cum. That was the signal that I was waiting for and I moved my body up and knelt between her legs. I lined up my erect cock with Suzette's sopping wet cunt and eased it in. Her face tensed with the anticipation of my big cock filling her pussy. I loved to watch my cock slide into a hot pussy and see the expression on my lover's face as the cock spread her wider.

I fucked her slowly at first as I usually did and then I began to pick up the pace. Soon I was pounding her pussy and fucking her into submission. Suzette had orgasm after orgasm as I relentlessly fucked her. I just kept at her with my piss hard-on until she screamed and pleaded with me to stop. Suzette's body convulsed in a mind blowing orgasm and then she went limp on the bed. I smiled to myself and eased my cock out of her well fucked pussy. I got up and went into the bathroom to pee and take a shower.  

As I was in the shower Suzette came in and joined me. We soaped each other's bodies and my cock was rock hard at attention. "You're in great shape," she told me.

I smiled at her and I was proud of my fitness. At age 38, 6'1" and 190 pounds I felt very fit. Suzette knew that I hadn't cum yet that morning so with a smile she dropped to her knees and took my cock in her mouth. She only took about five inches in her mouth and stroked the rest of it with her delicate hand.

"Let me know when you are about to cum. I don't want you to cum in my mouth," she told me.

I just nodded and told her that I was close. Suzette kept sucking me and jerking me off until I put my hand on her head as a signal that I was close. She took me out of her mouth and jerked me off with her hand. Cum flew out of my cock and sprayed her shoulders and tits. My semen splashed against her tits and neck as she guided my cock away from her face. The shower water washed the semen away as quickly as it hit her body. 

Suzette stood up, kissed me and then said, "Wow that was some load."

We dried off and wrapped the towels around our bodies. "I want to stay naked all day and have sex whenever we want to," Suzette said with a giggle.

"That's great but first we need some breakfast. Let's get dressed and I'll take you to my favorite spot," I offered.

We got dressed and I wore my suit slacks and button down collar dress shirt. It was the best I could do since it was all I had to wear. Suzette wore slacks and a tube top at my urging. The slacks fit her nicely and showed off her curvy ass and her tits perked up under the tube top. The outline of her tits was clearly visible and her nipples poked through the material. Suzette blushed at first but she soon got used to being in public without a bra. I drove over to this French bakery and coffee shop which I dearly loved.

At the French coffee shop we ordered café lattes and breakfast. I had a soft boiled egg with an order of fresh baked bread. Suzette ordered a fruit tort which she said was to die for. We had a leisurely breakfast and then ordered two more lattes. Over our second cup of coffee we decided on the rest of the day.

"I just want to go back to my place, get naked and make love," Suzette whispered and added, "I want o be naked with you all day."

I chuckled at her suggestion and then asked, "What about dinner? Would you like to go out tonight?"

"No let's just call out for pizza or Chinese and eat in," she suggested.

"Okay, why don't we pick up a couple of movies and call out for dinner. We can stay naked watching the movies and eating dinner," I told her.

Suzette blushed again as she nodded her agreement. We finished our coffees and then I picked up some French bread, coffee and fruit torts for breakfast tomorrow. Suzette and I then stopped at the video store and picked out a couple of movies. Then we returned to her apartment where we got naked and got in bed again. We made love for over an hour and Suzette had multiple orgasms before we stopped to rest. 

We moved to the living room to watch one of the movies and have a couple of drinks. As we watched the movie Suzette cuddled up to me and played with my cock as I stroked her body and fondled her tits. We managed to make it through the movie before we fucked again. Later we called out for Chinese food and watched the second movie. After dinner and cleanup, Suzette cuddled up to me again as we continued watching the second movie. 

She stretched out on her sofa on her belly with her head near my lap. Suzette played with my cock and then alternately licked and sucked on it. I looked down her back and noticed her fine ass again. I reached over and caressed her curvy ass as she continued to work on my cock. I suspected that she had never had anal sex but then again I had to ask.

"Suzette you have a sweet ass. Have you ever done anal?" I asked her.

"No and please don't try," she said guardedly as she looked up from my cock.

"Don't worry I won't if you don't want me to," I agreed.

"Let's go back to bed," she requested.

"Gladly," I agreed.

We went back to her bedroom and then we made love until we were both drained and sexually sated. Suzette cuddled up to me as she had the night before. She pushed her shapely ass into my groin and I reached around her body. Once again we fell asleep in the spoon position. I loved the feel of her firm curvy ass against me and secretly wished that she would let me in her ass, hopefully in due time.

SUNDAY WITH SUZETTE

I woke up Sunday morning next to Suzette and I looked at her sleeping form next to me. She was sound asleep and she looked very peaceful as she lay there. In spite of my normal morning erection, I eased my naked body out of bed and went into the bathroom. I took my morning pee and decided to shave since I had not on Saturday. I located a safety razor and used soapy water to lather my face. Then I located my undershorts, threw them on and headed to the kitchen. I made coffee with the brew that I purchased at the French café and I sliced up some bread for myself. 




An Office Affair Addition



I was enjoying my second cup of coffee when I got the idea to serve Suzette breakfast in bed. I got her favorite morning fruit tort, poured a glass of juice and a cup of coffee. Locating a serving tray I put the breakfast on the tray and brought it up to her bedroom. Suzette was just starting to stir when I arrived with her breakfast. She rubbed her eyes as she focused on me and then smiled. 

"Well what do we have here? What a nice surprise!" she said as I walked over to the bed.

"Good morning sleepy head," I teased as I sat on the side of her bed.

Suzette sat up in bed pulling the covers up around her lap as she was still naked. I placed the tray on the lap and she quickly inventoried the breakfast items.

"The fruit tort how wonderful," she acknowledged. 

"I am very thankful that you let me sleep in this morning. As much as I have enjoyed our morning sex yesterday, I could have never handled it this morning. I was exhausted," she told me.

"Yeah, you looked like you needed your sleep this morning," I replied with a smile.

"You are so sweet to bring me breakfast in bed. It was very thoughtful. I was never served breakfast in bed before today," Suzette said graciously.

"Another first," I added.

Suzette finished her breakfast and handed me the tray. I took it and placed it on the floor and then I watched as Suzette pushed the covers down to reveal her naked body.

"Come back to bed with me," she cooed.

I stood up, slipped off my shorts and got back in bed with her. I knelt in front of Suzette's groin and looked at the tuft of brown pubic hair and her desirable labia. I rubbed against her pussy in a circular motion with my fingers and I felt the delicate skin move and part. Suzette gasped and pressed against my hand as I circled in the other direction and her labia parted with a moist sound. Using my first and second fingers I opened her pussy wide and bent forward to lap at her clitoris. I felt Suzette stiffen as my tongue ran over her fleshy nub and she cried out quietly and arched her back. I lapped up and down with long strokes tasting her and then stuck my tongue out as far as I could and sank it into her body. I circled my tongue and worked back and forth making loud slurps and wet smacking noises as Suzette writhed in pleasure under my attention. My saliva mingled with her juices and after a minute or so, she gasped out a long low moan. I felt her pussy twitch. I withdrew my tongue and lapped at her clitoris with quick, short strokes. Suzette writhed so much that I had to press down on her hips to hold her steady enough to continue licking and eating her. 

"Oh God!" she whispered, "Please, don't stop, don't ever stop." 

Her thighs clenched together trapping my head as she came, making urgent and incoherent noises. I waited until her orgasm seemed to pass and then I softly kissed her pussy. 

"That felt so good, Walt, now I want you inside me, I need you in me!" she cried out.

I wanted the same thing as my cock was throbbing and ready to burst. I was overcome with a desire that could only be satisfied once I was inside her body. Suzette lifted her head to watch me as I positioned myself above her and guided my cock to her entrance. Our eyes met as I pushed forward and slipped into her easily. My penetration had the desired effect and her pussy was slick with excitement. We both gasped and moaned as her pussy lips parted to take my cock. Suzette closed her eyes, caressed her breasts and played with her nipples. I remained still for a moment and savored the incredible feeling of being inside her body. Then I began fucking her with a slow, steady rhythm. Suzette matched my movements as it felt so good that neither of us wanted it to end to quickly. Suzette liked to watch the penetration so I kept my weight off of her body so she could see my cock sliding in and out of her pussy. We stayed like this for some time, fucking slowly with Suzette laying back and circling her hips. Then another orgasm passed through her body as she lifted her hips and groaned. 

Suzette looked up at me and smiled, "Get on your back this time," she whispered seductively.

I was happy to oblige so I pulled out of her and rolled over on my back. I watched as Suzette straddled me, took hold of my cock and lowered her hips slowly. Suzette threw her head back and closed her eyes as the aroused and engorged head of my cock sank slowly into her pink pussy. I reached up and fondled her incredible tits as she ever so slowly impaled herself on my length. I was so turned on it was only seconds but it seemed like minutes before her pubic hair touched mine. It was all I could do not to thrust up into her hard and furiously. However I disciplined myself and I rocked gently up into her as I continued to work her breasts and aroused nipples.

Suzette pushed backwards with her hips as she arched her back and pressed her crotch hard against mine. I pulled on her shapely hips releasing my hold on her breasts but then Suzette grabbed my hands and pushed my arms up next to my head. She then leaned forward and placed her breasts on my chest as her weight rested on my body. We kissed as her luscious lips found my own and she continued to kiss me as she gently rocked her hips fucking me with incredible patience. 

The perspiration on my chest and Suzette's tits made it slippery enough for her breasts to glide along as she worked her hips back and forth. I don't know for how long Suzette rode me but it seemed like an eternity and she never once altered the slow speed with which she moved. She was in complete control this time and she knew it.

As her hips moved back and forth and up and down, I felt my orgasm suddenly build in my balls. I breathed deeply through my nose as I kissed her and plunged my tongue into her throat. Suzette lifted her head back from mine and then looked at me with her beautiful blue eyes just as my orgasm hit. My hips jerked and thrust upwards spasmodically and I grunted as my orgasm ripped through me. I felt my semen shoot out of my cock and flood her vagina and my body shook all over. As my orgasm passed I could feel my still hard cock swimming in her pussy as our juices commingled and surrounded my shaft. Suzette gently kissed my face as her body slowed and then stopped and rested on me.

"That's for being such a dear and bringing breakfast to me today," she whispered.

Suzette rolled off of me and collapsed on her back. As I lay by her side I noticed that her tits were standing straight up and her aroused nipples were pointing at the ceiling. I tweaked the hard little nubs between my fingers causing her to gasp and quiver.

"My breasts are always very sensitive," she murmured.

I leaned over and kissed her breasts and sucked on her sensitive nipples. I rubbed her firm flat tummy as I sucked on her tits and her rock hard nubs.

"Oh I love that it makes me feel so feminine," she cooed.

As I sucked her tits and continued to rub her belly, I let my hand drift down to her wet pussy. I ran my fingers through her cum soaked pubic hair and I felt my cock starting to harden again. Suzette begged me to let her rest as she was sure that she could not possibly cum again. I rolled her onto her stomach and lifted her hips to a level with my cock as I knelt behind her. I eased my cock into her pussy and began to fuck her doggy style. Suzette was content in this position since I was not in contact with her clit. I slammed into her from behind causing her curvy ass cheeks to jiggle. As I fucked her from behind I looked at her tight asshole and thought about fucking her there. 

I scooped up gobs of her pussy juice and smeared it in the crack of her ass spreading around her nether hole. I added saliva to my finger and probed her tight aperture with the tip of my finger. She tensed when she felt my finger probe her asshole. I gathered up more juices and added more saliva as I continued to probe her hole and open her up. I gently pushed a very well lubricated finger into her ass and the tiny aperture opened up to accept the digit. More saliva and more juices greased her asshole sufficiently to allow me to slide my finger all the way into her rectum.

Suzette thought that I was preparing her ass for my cock when she said, "Please don't. You know I don't like anal sex."

"Don't worry," I assured her, "I will just play with your ass as I fuck you."

Now with my cock in her pussy and my finger in her ass I was approaching another orgasm. I could it building in my balls, travel through my scrotum and splash the insides of her vagina with my warm semen. As I came buckets in her pussy I thought to myself yet again, "Just wait until you feel my warm seed fill your ass someday."

It was almost 1:30 PM and I decided to leave. I didn't want to hang around the rest of the day as I had a few things to do. I eased my body out of bed and went to the bathroom. I showered and then dressed as Suzette remained naked in bed. I looked at her laying face down and once again I admired her shapely legs and curvy ass. I walked over to the side of the bed and kissed her on her cheek. She turned her head and smiled at me and then lifted her head to be kissed. I kissed her and patted her cute ass which she wiggled in response.

"Thank you for a wonderful weekend," she whispered.

"I had a great time. I hope we can get together again," I said and then I left her apartment.

I drove home to my condo and I looked forward to soaking in the Jacuzzi. I was tired but sexually refreshed. Suzette had been an excellent lover and I enjoyed the time I spent with her. Once I got to my condo I went down to the fitness center and hit the Jacuzzi. Later I relaxed in my living room and read my packet of information in preparation for Monday's President's Council. As it turned out I ended up dozing in my easy chair. Later when I woke up in the chair, I went to bed and set the alarm. Monday would prove to be an interesting day 

A WILD WORK WEEK

I arrived at the office at 7:00 AM as I did most mornings. There were a few things to get done and a couple of short meetings before President's Council which started at noon. President's Council was actually a staff meeting with the company President and his direct reports. The meeting ran from noon until 4:00 PM. We often ran until 5:00 PM depending on the agenda and number of presentations.

Cathleen didn't come in until 9:00 AM but she always stayed until 6:00 PM. As the day went I didn't see her until 10:00 AM that morning. I had two hours before the president's staff meeting when she entered my office. I noticed that she was wearing one of the outfits that I had bought for her, a conservative blouse with a wrap-around skirt that was cut just below her knees. The skirt was not tight so it didn't show the curvy ass that was under it. Cathleen closed and locked my office door so I knew we would have sex before my next meeting.

"How as your weekend?" I asked.

"It was horrible. Terry was drunk and stoned all weekend. I hate it when he does that," she sighed.

Terry was Cathleen's husband and for the past two years he had picked up a coke habit. He had always been a heavy drinker and on more than one occasion he had embarrassed Cathleen at a company function. Then he started hanging out with some other guys and picked up the coke habit. Often the guys would show up at the house to snort coke together and that made Cathleen very nervous. In the sex department Terry had gotten lazy and all he wanted to was cum in Cathleen's mouth. He was only interested in blow jobs and he had lost his interest in pleasuring her. As much as she tried to get him to fuck her or eat her pussy, he declined.

"Sorry to hear that," I replied.

"How about your weekend, anything interesting?" she asked as she moved to my side of the desk and leaned back against it, then she asked, "Did you fuck Suzette Friday night?"

Cathleen and I had no secrets and she knew that I was fucking other women, particularly Joannie and Phyllis. "Friday night, Saturday and Sunday," I responded.

"Well that little cunt, you must have opened up some flood gates," Cathleen said with a snicker and added, "I suspected that she was horny and needed a good fucking."

"That she was and I obliged."

"How was she? Was she as good in bed as me?" 

"No one is as good in bed as you."

"You better say that. Really how was she?"

"She was a good lover. She does not do anal and I did not cum in her mouth. I suspect that she doesn't like the taste of cum."

"Too bad, maybe you could change that over the next few months. I kind of like her. Do you think that she is a candidate for a threesome?"

"I think that she is easily manipulated and that she would go along with it particularly since she trusts you."

"Let's give it some time and then see if we can get her to join us at the Interlude. All this talk and a weekend without sex have made me horny," Cathleen said as she stood up in front of me and removed her wrap-around skirt.

I stared at her as she removed the skirt and witnessed a scene that I never tired of. Cathleen was wearing thigh high hose with elastic tops and sheer panties. I ran my hands over her legs and caressed the bare skin above the hose. Then I moved my hands higher and fondled her super fine ass. Hooking my fingers in the waistband of her panties I pulled them down slowly as Cathleen leaned over and put both hands on my desk. I watched as her naked ass was exposed when I lowered her panties. I peeled the panties all the way down her legs and she stepped out of them.

My hands traveled up her legs slowly until they reached her curvy buttocks. God how I loved her ass! I gently squeezed and molded her hot ass flesh in my hands and then I leaned in and planted light kisses on both cheeks. Cathleen wiggled her ass in response and I saw the familiar goose bumps cover her skin. My cock was now stiff in my pants and ready to be released. I stood up and as I did Cathleen turned to face me and dropped to her knees. She unbuckled my belt, unzipped my fly and unfastened my pants. Then she pulled my pants and boxer shorts down my legs freeing my stiff cock.

Cathleen leaned in and took my cock in her mouth. She sucked on it for a few minutes and then stood up and spoke. "I am so ready. I really need you inside me."

Cathleen walked over to the small conference table in my office and spread out on her back. I stepped up between her legs and eased my cock into her sopping wet pussy. I began to fuck her slowly and almost immediately she covered her mouth with her arm to muffle her scream. I had never seen her cum so quickly ever. I continued to fuck her and several minutes later she had a string of orgasms close together with the final one being extremely intense. She lifted her body off the table and held onto me with a fierce grip as her lower body shook with her climax. Cathleen buried her mouth in my shoulder to stifle her groans as she held on for dear life. Then she eased her body back onto the table. I still had my cock in her so I began to fuck her slowly again.

"Let me turn around, my clit is too sensitive," she whispered.

I withdrew my cock from her pussy and waited while she got off the table. Cathleen then leaned over the table and presented her pussy and ass to me. I would have loved to shove my cock up her sweet ass but she wanted me back in her pussy. I stepped up to her and slipped my cock back in her womb and resumed fucking her this time in search of my release. I played with her lovely ass as I fucked her from behind. It was the next best thing to anal sex.

"Don't cum in my pussy. Let me know when you are close," she told me.

I continued to fuck her and play with her ass until I felt the familiar surge in my loins. "I'm close," I called out in a hushed raspy voice. 

I pulled out of Cathleen prepared to ejaculate on her buttocks. However she spun around dropped to her knees and took my cock back in her mouth. Cathleen had taken my loads in her mouth many times in the past so I was not surprised by her actions. She fondled my balls with one hand as she held the base of my cock in the other. Her head bobbed up and down as she sucked me. Then I lost it and I came in her mouth. As always Cathleen kept me in her mouth until she had drained my cock dry. Then she nibbled the head of my cock which made me feel weak in the knees.

She stood up and smiled at me as she spoke. "I didn't feel like walking around the rest of the day with a load in my pussy."

I nodded that I understood and then we both got dressed. I always loved these sessions in my office and neither of us tired of the encounters. Cathleen then left my office and I prepared to go to the staff meeting. We had been fucking longer than I thought and I only had 15 minutes before the meeting. I gathered up my packet and headed for the president's conference room. The meeting ran long that day and I didn't return to my office until 6:00 PM. Cathleen had left for the day but I had a stack of messages, voice mails and e-mails. I decided to deal with them all before I left for home.

The following day was another zoo at the office beginning with my own staff meeting. Then between contract discussions with vendors and other interruptions I barely had time for lunch. I was so ready for the Interlude by day's end and I look forward to soaking in the Jacuzzi with Cathleen. She returned from aerobics without Suzette for which I was grateful. I was looking forward to some hot anal sex with Cathleen at the Interlude beginning with rimming her ass in the Jacuzzi.

As always I picked up some wine for the Interlude and by the time I got to the room Cathleen was already naked. She had already showered and the water was running in the Jacuzzi tub. She always brought bath beads to make the water oily and slick. I loved the feel of the oily water and how it looked on Cathleen's hot ass. I quickly got undressed and took a quick shower. Then I opened the wine and brought the bottle and plastic glasses in the Jacuzzi with me.

We kicked back enjoying the jet induced bubbly water and our first glass of wine. After awhile Cathleen leaned back into me and I reached around as I always did and stroked her cute titties tweaking and rolling her nipples in my fingers. I slid one of my hands down across her firm abs over her little blond tuft of hair and found her vagina. I played with the folds of her labia and then inserted my fingers in her pussy. I found her hard clit and rolled it between my fingers as I continued to tease her nipples with my other hand.

As Cathleen got turned on I moved her to the other side of the Jacuzzi and had her lean over the edge presenting her shapely ass to me. Her ass always looked good but the best when it glistened with oily water and it looked so sensual. I leaned over and licked Cathleen's pussy from behind driving her wild. Then I tongued her beautiful ass. I swiped my tongue from her pussy up and over her bung hole and back to her pussy. She gasped out loud when my tongue touched her asshole. I grasped both of her curvy ass cheeks and pulled them slightly apart so that I could get my tongue in deeper. I probed her pink aperture with my tongue as I inserted three fingers in her pussy. She started whimpering, gasping and directing the action. 

"Oh my God, do it again. Lick my asshole; stick your tongue in there. Eat my pussy, tongue my ass, rim me, oh yessssss," she cried out, "God I love it when you do that."

I then grabbed the bottle of wine and poured some in the crack of her ass letting it trickle down over her anus and pussy. I placed my mouth on her and drank up the wine swabbing her pussy and ass in the process. I repeated this several more times until Cathleen seemed to go into convulsions with her first orgasm of the evening. She collapsed back into my arms and I stroked her smallish tits as she recovered from the intensity of her orgasm.




An Office Affair Addition



"I think that you rimming me is the most sensual thing we do," she uttered in an exhaustive voice.

"I love your ass. It always looks so sexy when it glistens with water. It's my favorite way to drink wine," I replied. 

We decided to get out of the Jacuzzi before we turned into prunes. We dried off and flopped down on the water bed. Cathleen began to stroke my cock into an erect state and then proceeded to suck on it. She loved to stick her tongue in the little hole and nibble on my cock head. This always made her hot and she soon needed my cock in her pussy. She straddled me and aimed my cock in her hole and rode me until she achieved another orgasm.

I was anxious to fuck her in the ass so I had her kneel on all fours with her gorgeous ass in the air. She always put her head on the mattress and turned to the side so that she could watch. She always watched herself in the mirrors on the wall and ceiling so that she could clearly see the penetration. I broke out the lube and put an ample amount in her asshole. I fingered her ass and pussy at the same time. 

"I love the feel of your fingers in my ass and pussy together," Cathleen exclaimed!

If there was one thing I liked besides fucking her beautiful ass is preparing it for a good reaming. After several minutes of finger fucking her pussy and asshole I couldn't wait any longer and I had to get my cock in her beautiful ass. I removed my fingers and lined up the head of my cock at her moist puckered ring and pressed forward slowly. My cock head strained to pop through and she let out a little groan as the pressure from my iron hard dick forced her little ring to open like a flower and suddenly my large mushroom head slipped past the ring and into her ass. Cathleen let out a groan as her rear passage was stretched to accommodate my ample girth. 

"Oh, I love the way you feel in my ass," she gasped and shivered as I filled her fully and withdrew my penis slightly. 

I felt her ass tighten around me and I continued to slowly stroke in and out of her tight ass until all 7+ inches were tightly packed up her ass. Cathleen really began to moan and her whole body shook in anticipation of what she knew was coming. I began to slowly fuck her but soon picked up the pace as I penetrated her with long hard strokes that used the entire length of my thick cock. Cathleen was going wild as she loved the feel of my cock as it pulled out and then came crashing back in as my big bloated balls bounced off her clit. Cathleen was thrashing around uncontrollably, gasping and moaning with pleasure. When I reached underneath her to stroke her clit, she exploded with her third orgasm of the night. 

I continued to hammer her ass with long strokes then suddenly I felt that familiar tension in my balls and I knew I was close. I began to piston my raging cock harder into her searing ass in search for my release, which also increased the intensity of her orgasm. She was yelling and moaning, clawing and scratching at the cover of the waterbed begging me to cum. 

"Give it to me, give it to me, give me your cum, cum in my ass," she begged.

I felt powerful and dominant with my impressive dick stuffed up the beautiful ass of a woman who could not get enough of me. Cathleen lay submissively before me on all fours as I towered above her like some untamed animal with a strong sexual hold on her. I took firm hold of her hips and slammed once more full force into Cathleen's ass. I did that three or four more times and then I let out a loud groan as I emptied my seed deep into her bowels. I was surprised by how much cum I produced as my dick continued to hammer into her ass.

When I was finished I pulled out of her ass as Cathleen collapsed on the bed utterly spent. I slumped down next to her quivering body. I looked over at Cathleen and I noticed my seed oozing from her asshole. It resembled a natural spring as cum just seemed to bubble up as she tried to relax her sphincter muscles.

Cathleen and I got up, showered and returned to the Jacuzzi where we soaked our aching muscles. After the Jacuzzi I offered her a massage which she gladly accepted. I had her lay face down and worked her back, legs and buttocks. Not so surprisingly I got an erection as I massaged and fingered her ass again. I even came a second time that night when I fucked her ass again. After the ass fuck I rolled Cathleen over on her back and continued the massage this time working her tits, abs, legs and pubes. I finished her off with a thorough pussy eating which had her screaming my name and humping my face with her volcanic orgasm. After that we were really spent and had just enough energy to shower, dress and drive home.

When I arrived at work at 7:00 AM on Wednesday I was exhausted. It had been a busy two days and then there was Cathleen. I checked my schedule and noticed that I had most of the afternoon open. I blocked out some time to spend with Cathleen but as it turned out she called in and took the day off. I hoped that things didn't get out of hand between her and Terry. I went about my business and actually got caught up on a lot of work. It was just after 5:00 PM when Suzette stopped by. She was surprised that Cathleen wasn't at her desk but I explained that she took a personal day. 

"Oh I was hoping that she might like to stop for a drink after work," Suzette said with a disappointed look.

"I'll tell you what, let's have dinner this evening. Are you up for that?" I suggested.

"Oh yes that would be great. Should I go home and change?"

"No, you're fine. We can go right from her and eat early," I told her and then added, "Just follow me in your car. I hope you like Italian."

"I love Italian food," she replied excitedly.

I drove over to this quaint Italian bistro that I liked. It was small but the food was great. They never took reservations but we got there early enough that we didn't have to wait. Suzette loved the place and although it was only 15 minutes from her apartment she had never dined there before. We had a great meal and shared a bottle of wine followed by dessert and espresso. Over dinner we chatted and Suzette surprised me with a question.

"Are you and Cathleen having an affair," she whispered.

"Of course not, who told you that?" I snapped.

"I was hoping that you would say no. Cathleen told me that you would say no. That makes me feel good."

"Cathleen told you that I would say no. I don't understand,"

"We were talking on Tuesday and she told me that you two had been having an affair for nearly five years. I was shocked, but to keep it quiet for that long is unbelievable."

"I can't believe that she told you about us."

"She told me because she wants the three of us to get together. She told me about the Interlude and she wants the three of us to go there."

"Are you up for that? How you ever been in a threesome?"

"No but it does sound exciting. I think I want to but I have never been with another woman. Cathleen said she would teach me and I trust her. I also trust you."

"You this talk is getting me excited," I told her.

"Would you like to come to my place tonight?" Suzette asked.

"Most definitely but I can't stay the night."

"That's okay we both have to go to work tomorrow," she accepted.

I followed Suzette home to her apartment and minutes later we were naked in her bed. That night we made slow passionate love and Suzette remained in the missionary position throughout her three orgasms. She loved to wrap her arms and legs around me as our pelvis ground together. As Suzette was having her third orgasm I released my load into her womb. Then we cuddled together and stroked each other until it was time for me to leave. I dressed and let myself out as Suzette lay naked in her bed. The sex with her was so different than with Cathleen and it was actually a pleasurable change of pace. Sex was always so raw and aggressive with Cathleen compared to the passionate love making with Suzette.

On Thursday morning I was back in the office at 7:00 AM as usual and I had meetings from 7:30 until 11:00 AM. I was anxious to catch up with Cathleen and ask her about her conversation with Suzette. When I returned to my office Cathleen followed me behind me.

"I have some things for you to sign," she said.

"Come in and close the door. I want to speak you with about Suzette," I instructed.

Cathleen smiled and then she closed and locked the door. I knew that she was up for one of her games. She walked over to my desk and stood next to me as she placed the papers to sign on my desk. She leaned over the desk and spread the documents out but I knew the real reason she was on my side of the desk. I pretended to look over the documents and as I did I let my hand run up her leg under her skirt. Cathleen never moved as she anticipated where my hand was headed.

I slid my hand up her leg and I felt her tremble slightly as we had played this game before and she knew where it was going. I let my hand ride up and down her stocking covered leg for a few minutes. Then I let my hand wander above her knee and past the top of her elastic top hose. Cathleen shivered as my hand touched the bare skin of her thigh. I caressed both of her thighs and I could tell that she was getting hot. The back of my hand brushed against her panty covered pussy and I could feel that the panties were soaked with her excitement. Cathleen moved her legs wider apart causing the skirt to tighten around her shapely ass. I rubbed her inner thighs between her legs and flicked my fingers over the material covering her vulva. Cathleen jumped involuntarily when she felt my hand on her pussy.

"Your panties are very wet Cathleen. Would you like me to take your panties off you?" I teased her.

Cathleen nodded and gasped, "Yes, please take my panties off."

I eased her panties down over her buttocks, past her thighs and then let them slide to her ankles. Cathleen stepped out of them and I put them on my desk. I returned to fondling her ass and thighs and I soon had her squirming with desire. Cathleen moved her body as if she were trying to get my hand near her pussy so I slid it between her legs and stroked the outer lips of her labia. Cathleen squirmed under the touch an emitted a soft groan. I started to push Cathleen's skirt up but she stopped me and then she took it off. It was a wrap around and she had it off in an instant. She looked so sexy standing there leaning forward slightly on my desk. Her cute ass was framed by her thigh high hose and her short blouse ending at her waist line. She actually looked hotter by keeping the blouse on. 

I ran my hands all over Cathleen's ass, thighs and pubes feeling her wet pussy. I slipped my finger into her vagina and then added a second one. I took some lotion from my desk and I pushed between the cheeks of her ass and massaged the lotion into her nether hole. Then I fingered Cathleen's ass and pussy at the same time. She was going wild with the double penetration and cried out to me.

"That's it finger me, play with me. Make me cum, please make me cum," Cathleen pleaded.

I continued to work her ass and pussy and within minutes she had her first orgasm. Cathleen held onto the desk with both hands as her body jerked and spasmed with her climax. I worked my fingers in and out of her holes as she clenched and relaxed her vaginal and anal muscles tightening herself on them. I pulled my fingers from her holes and I stood up behind her. I dropped my pants and boxers to my ankles and brought my rock hard cock to her buttocks. I let it rest against the hot flesh of her ass and I leaned over and whispered in her ear.

"Where do you want it today? Do you want it in your ass or do you want me to fuck your pussy?" I teased her and then licked her ear.

"Both, fuck my pussy first and then my ass. I want you to cum in my ass," Cathleen murmured.

I stood up and dropped my pants and underwear to my ankles and then I eased my cock into her pussy and fucked her from behind until Cathleen orgasmed again. Then I moved my cock to her ass and fucked her for a short time before I unloaded my semen in her anal canal. Cathleen looked so hot leaning over the desk with my cock sliding in and out of her asshole that I just couldn't prolong my ejaculation any longer. I leaned over her and she milked my cock dry until it softened and popped out of her ass.

I stepped away from her and retrieved paper towels and wet wipes from my desk. Cathleen and I cleaned up the best we could given the paper towels and wet wipes. Then we dressed and Cathleen sat in the side chair next to my desk.

"You said that you wanted to talk about Suzette," she reminded me.

"Yes, I was surprised to learn that you told her about us. Suzette also mentioned about the three of us getting together at the Interlude," I began.

"Yeah it just came out. We were having a deep discussion about sex and she mentioned what a good lover you were and I agreed. Then we both swore to secrecy and shared our stories," Cathleen admitted.

"It caught me by surprise but Suzette handled it well," I shared and then asked, "So tell me about the plans for the Interlude."

"I told Suzette about the time that we had a threesome with Jenny and how hot it was. Suzette seemed interested and so I asked her if she would like to try it with us. She trusts us both so she said she would think about it."

"I think that she is leaning toward trying it."

"She already made up her mind and we are all set for next Tuesday at the Interlude," Cathleen confirmed.

"This should be really good. I can hardly wait," I expressed.

"Yeah, I'm looking forward to it too. This could become a regular thing for us. By the way I have to leave right after aerobics this evening so I can be with you later," Cathleen told me.

"That's okay you took good care of me earlier," I replied.

Then I signed the papers that Cathleen had brought in and we both returned to our duties for the rest of the day. The rest of the day was all business as was the next day Friday until after work. Cathleen, Suzette and I stopped at the watering hole and had a few drinks before Cathleen left and I went home with Suzette.

ANOTHER WEEKEND WITH SUZETTE

Suzette and I stopped for a light dinner Friday night and then I ended up at her place again. We sat on her sofa and she was obviously ready for sex as I recognized that smile. I smiled back and put my arm around her and drew her to me. I gently pulled her toward me and our mouths locked in a kiss. I pushed my tongue into her mouth and it took her breath away. Suzette kissed me back and her body relaxed. I lifted her blouse up over her head as she held her arms up for me to remove it. Then I took off her bra and as I removed it her tits stood straight out from her chest. I pushed her shoulders back against the sofa causing her tits to look bigger and firmer. Suzette moaned as I leaned over and kissed her breasts and sucked on her rock hard nipples. I kissed and sucked her tits for several minutes. Her nipples got so long and so hard that they were like little dicks sticking out from her tits.

I moved off the sofa and knelt between her legs. I hooked my fingers in her skirt and she lifted her hips as I pulled it down and off her body. Then I removed her panty hose. Suzette looked very sexy clad only in her robin blue panties with her aroused tits standing straight out. Hooking my fingers in the waistband of her panties I slowly peeled them down her legs. As I removed her panties I stared directly at her snatch and gently pushed her legs apart. Suzette groaned as I ran my finger over her well trimmed pussy mound and tickled her labia. Her hips jerked involuntarily when I probed her sopping wet pussy with my finger and kissed her inner thighs. Suzette gasped aloud when my tongue finally touched her quim.

I raised Suzette's legs up and placed them on my shoulders which brought her pussy even closer to my mouth. Then I reached up and fondled her tits with both hands, tweaked her nipples and plunged my tongue into the depths of her pussy. I licked her cunt and located her erect clit with my tongue. As I sucked on her clit and played her tits and nipples, Suzette moaned loudly as her body thrashed around. I struggled to keep my mouth glued to her pussy as her body jumped all over the sofa. Suzette grabbed my head with both hands and held me to her gushing pussy.

"Oh Walt, this is going to be a quick one, a big one," she cried out and then she screamed, "I'm cumming, oh God I'm cumming, hold me, hold me tight, please hold me."

Suzette's body seemed to go through convulsions as her orgasm rocked her and sent tremors through her. She continued to hold my head to her mound as her sweet nectar gushed into my mouth. I licked her dry and nibbled on her clit which caused her body to quake again. Suzette collapsed on the sofa so I stood up and looked down at her hot body as I peeled off my shirt and pushed my pants down to my ankles. My large erection was covered by my underwear but my state of desire was obvious. I pushed my underwear down and my cock caught in the waistband and bobbed in front of Suzette. She stared at my erect cock as it dangled inches from her face as if she was looking at the first cock she had ever seen in person. I reached down and pulled her closer to me so that her mouth was now on a level with my cock.

Suzette moved her head forward and kissed the head of my cock. Then she licked up and down the shaft and all around it. Eventually she took about six inches of my cock into her mouth. She was becoming a better cocksucker. 

Suzette took her mouth off my cock to speak. "Can we go to my bedroom?" she asked hopefully.

"I thought that you would never ask," I teased.

Suzette headed to her bedroom and I watched her fantastic ass as she walked in front of me. Her beautiful shapely ass undulated as she walked and I felt that familiar surge in my loins. I wanted to throw her down right on the floor, shove my cock all the way up her ass and fuck her until I filled her rectum with semen.

I followed her into the bedroom. Suzette pulled down the bed covers and got in bed on her back. She spread her legs slightly and looked hungrily at my erect cock. I got on the bed between her thighs and nestled my cock at the opening to her pussy. I moved the head of my cock around her vulva and gently prodded her outer cunt lips. Suzette moaned softly as her pussy got increasingly wetter. Satisfied that she was wet enough I eased my dick in a little parting her labia and finding the entrance to her pussy. I pushed more of my cock into her and in spite of her wetness she was still very snug. For the next several minutes I pushed in and pulled out, each time pushing a little more of my shaft into her sopping wet hole. Finally my cock sank all the way into her snatch causing Suzette to gasp aloud. Then as I began to saw my dick in and out of her, Suzette wrapped her legs around my lower body and humped her hips up at me. As I picked up the pace I made sure that my cock stayed in constant contact with her clit. 

Suzette surprised herself with another quick orgasm but I kept right on fucking her and she came multiple times in succession. Her pussy was flooded with her cunt juice and I could feel my cock soaking in her nectar as I pushed it all the way in. Suzette was experiencing a continuous string of orgasms which had her body thrashing and jerking about as they led up to her final crescendo. Her body stiffened and she grabbed my shoulders as she wrapped her legs even tighter around my torso squeezing my lower body.

"Oh God, I'm cumming again, hold me, please hold me, oh, oh, please," she cried out as a thunderous climax ripped through her body.

Suzette stiffened at first pushing her hips toward mine and then she went out of control. Her hips humped rapidly up and down as her body thrashed about. She was grunting and groaning and gasping for air as she reached her crescendo. All her fanatic actions accelerated my own orgasm and I flooded her womb with barrage after barrage of semen. I plowed my cock into her as far as I could as I released a steady flow of semen into her pussy. We both humped each other furiously until our orgasms subsided. I kept my weight on my elbows as I lay on top of her so as not to crush her body with my weight. Suzette's vaginal muscles clenched and unclenched around my shaft milking my cock dry.




An Office Affair Addition



Her cunt was a receptacle holding our combined juices and my cock felt as if it bathing in warm oil. My cock slowly deflated and slipped from her tight pussy with an audible sound. Our juices flowed out of her pussy as soon as my cock slipped from her hole just as if a stopper was pulled out of her. I rolled to my side along side of Suzette and flopped on my back. As I lay by her side I noticed that her tits were standing straight up and her aroused nipples were pointing at the ceiling. I tweaked the hard little nubs between my fingers causing her to gasp and quiver. Suzette smiled at me and cuddled up to me. We both fell asleep with Suzette in my arms.

The rest of the weekend was almost a repeat of the previous weekend. I fucked Suzette Saturday morning with my morning piss hard-on until she begged me to stop. Then after taking my morning pee I fucked her until I came in her pussy. We went back to the French café for breakfast and afterward picked up some movies. That afternoon as naked as jaybirds, we watched a couple of movies. Suzette loved to be naked with me in the security of her apartment. We made love several times during the day and again when we went to bed. On Sunday I fucked her again in the morning with a piss hard-on but this time Suzette sucked my cock until I came in her mouth. It was the first time I had cum in her mouth and I still think it was her first as well.

Later that morning we made love again and after that I left to head back to my place. As I drove back home I was already thinking about Tuesday night at the Interlude and the things I would do with Cathleen and Suzette. I also realized that I had had sex for 16 days in a row, something I hadn't done in a very long while. If Cathleen was up to her tricks at the office the string would continue in the following weekend. Of course Suzette would also be available. Life was good!

THE INTERLUDE

The three of us went to the Interlude on a Tuesday evening. Once in our room at the Chateau I poured wine for each of us and Cathleen took Suzette by the hand and said, "Let's you and I get better acquainted."

Cathleen led Suzette to the center of the room where she embraced her and kissed her and Suzette tentatively kissed her back. Cathleen began to undress Suzette. She unbuttoned Suzette's suit jacket and removed it, then she unbuttoned Suzette's blouse and removed it as well. Cathleen was pleased to see that Suzette did not wear a bra and she gently massaged her tits. Cathleen rolled Suzette's nipples in between her fingers and then dipped her head down to take them one at a time in her mouth and roll them in her teeth and Suzette sighed with pleasure. 

Cathleen's mouth left Suzette's tits and then kissed her once again plunging her tongue deep into Suzette's throat taking her breath away. As she kissed Suzette, Cathleen continued to caress Suzette's tits with her hands. Cathleen trailed her kisses down Suzette's face and throat back to her breasts. Cathleen lingered at Suzette's breasts momentarily and then descended across her abs to her waist. Cathleen unhooked Suzette's skirt and slowly lowered it to the floor. Cathleen lifted Suzette's legs one at a time clear of her skirt and then ran her hands up her legs to the waistband of Suzette's panty. Suzette looked at me and I could see the excitement in her eyes.

Cathleen caressed Suzette's shapely buttocks before she pulled her panty down her legs. Cathleen teasingly slowly lowered Suzette's panty down her legs and then removed it as she had her skirt. Suzette was trembling with desire but Cathleen made Suzette wait as Cathleen took her time with her. Suzette looked at me again this time with uncertainty as she was unsure of her situation and when I may enter the seduction. Cathleen then rolled Suzette's thigh nylons down and off her legs. Suzette was dripping with desire and her pussy was oozing her excitement. Cathleen took one swipe of Suzette's pussy with her tongue and then stood up.

"Now you may undress me," Cathleen said as if giving Suzette permission.

With her hands shaking due to her uncontrollable lust, Suzette began to undress Cathleen. Cathleen was wearing a black dress and it fell to the floor as Suzette unhooked and unzipped it. Cathleen stood there in her bra, panty and nylons and she was a specimen of beauty. Suzette unfastened Cathleen's bra and her pert breasts stood out. Suzette took Cathleen's tits in her hands and massaged them emitting a pleasurable moan from Cathleen. Suzette salivated over Cathleen's firm luscious tits with their dark engorged nipples. She sucked on Cathleen's nipples as she molded the pert firm globes in her hands. Suzette fell in love with Cathleen's small firm tits.

Cathleen reminded Suzette that there was more to do and Suzette next removed the nylons. They were thigh highs with elastic tops just as Suzette had worn. Suzette remained on her knees after removing Cathleen's nylons and stared directly at her panty covered pussy. Suzette then grabbed the panty at the waistband and slowly unveiled Cathleen's treasure. Suzette grasped Cathleen's firm fleshy ass and pulled Cathleen toward her face. Suzette then buried her face in Cathleen's bush and licked frantically at her pussy. Cathleen moaned with pleasure but then she reached down and pulled Suzette to her feet.

"Let's pleasure each other," Cathleen said as she led Suzette to the large bed. 

Both beautiful women lay down on their sides in a 69 position and began to eat each other's delicious pussy. They tongued each other and sought out each other's clit. Suzette was pleased that Cathleen had a large clit and it was like sucking a tiny dick. Cathleen went wild when Suzette sucked and nibbled on her clit and she strove to return the favor to Suzette. The two women brought themselves off rather quickly but continued to eat each other as the juices flowed into their mouths. Suzette and Cathleen felt the presence of my body on the bed as and I got behind Cathleen. 

"Don't worry, she loves it in the ass," I told Suzette.

I eased my lubricated cock into Cathleen's asshole and I knew that Suzette could witness the anal penetration. Suzette and Cathleen continued to eat each other's pussy with a fury as my dick fucked Cathleen's ass and I raced toward my orgasm. I fired a huge amount of cum in Cathleen's asshole just as she orgasmed and bathed Suzette's face with female love juice. Suzette was not far behind and then she squirted her nectar all over Cathleen's face.

Cathleen got up and retrieved her surprise for the evening a double headed dildo that was easily 16" long and 5" around. The dildo had two realistic looking cocks at either end with a large set of fake balls in the middle. Cathleen turned Suzette toward her and inserted one end of the cock in her pussy and the other end in her own pussy. The two women began to slowly fuck each other with the large fake phallus as they rubbed each other's tits. The fake cock filled both women's pussies snugly and stayed in constant contact with their clits. They fucked each other this way until they both orgasmed again, shaking and holding tight to each other as tremors moved their bodies. Suzette then rolled to the side of the bed with her legs splayed open.

I crawled up on the bed and between Suzette's legs. She wrapped her shapely legs around my torso and pressed her heels against my buttocks. Suzette was still snug when I entered her pussy so I took my time fucking her and let her get used to my cock. Soon my cock was buried in her quim and we both picked up the pace. Once again I made an effort to keep my cock in contact with her clit.

Suzette and I were humping each other like mad. Suzette pulled my head down and kissed me deeply as she threw her hips into me. Suzette's body tensed and she groaned into my mouth as her orgasm overtook her. We kept right on fucking and kissing as it seemed that Suzette could cum over and over again. I felt my own orgasm approaching as the familiar feeling in my balls was present but I slowed my pace to stave off my ejaculation. I rolled off of Suzette and Cathleen replaced me between Suzette's legs and sunk a strap-on cock into her lover's cunt. Suzette's body leaped out of control and she pounded her pelvis into Cathleen as she experienced another intense orgasm. Cathleen must have slipped on the strap-on dildo while I was fucking Suzette. It was really hot to watch Cathleen fuck her and I wondered what other toys Cathleen had brought with her.

Cathleen pulled out of Suzette, got between her legs and licked at her snatch. I watched as Cathleen knelt between her friend's legs and sucked the juices from her pussy. I noticed that Cathleen's thighs were firm and trim just the way I like them. My eyes then went to her round and firm ass. Since I was still hard I knelt behind Cathleen and shoved my cock into her ass. She moaned as she felt the intrusion and wiggled her ass in approval. I slowly fucked her from behind and fondled her sensuous ass flesh. 

Cathleen lifted her face off of Suzette's pussy long enough to say, "I already lubed up so you can fuck my ass again."

Suzette then blurted out, "Do it, fuck her in the ass."

Cathleen grunted as my cock made its way into her tunnel. I stopped with my cock halfway home and allowed her to get used to the thickness. Cathleen then pushed her ass back toward me and I reciprocated by pushing back and sinking my dick in further into her channel. Soon my entire cock was buried to the hilt and I began fucking her ass slowly and deliberately.

Suzette maneuvered herself around so that she and Cathleen were in a 69 position. Suzette then licked at Cathleen's pussy and my balls as I continued to fuck Cathleen's ass. Suzette reached up with her hand and tickled my balls and scraped her finger along the shaft of my cock. This was too much for me and I ejaculated deep into Cathleen's ass filling it with my seed. Cathleen clenched her anal muscles and squeezed my cock as it was buried in her ass. Suzette's tongue was still at work and she had Cathleen writhing as another orgasm rocked her. Cathleen's ass humped up and down as she spilled her juices into Suzette's mouth nearly dislodging my cock from her ass.

My cock softened and deflated in Cathleen's ass and then slipped out with an audible pop. Cum ran out of her dilated asshole and over her pussy lips down her inner thighs. Cathleen collapsed face down on the bed and Suzette stroked her body and played with her ass as Cathleen just cooed.

"My God that was incredible Walt. I love being with you two," Cathleen sighed.

"Well you two are pretty incredible too, that was great sex," Suzette replied. 

Before we were done for the night Cathleen wanted my cock in her ass one more time. This time I lay on my back as Cathleen sat on me facing my feet and lowered her ass onto my cock. Suzette also facing my feet straddled my face and lowered her pussy to my mouth. Cathleen then laid back on me with my cock still in her ass and Suzette leaned over and sucked on one of Cathleen's inch long nipples as she rubbed Cathleen's pussy and clit with her fingers. Cathleen was going crazy with my cock in her ass as Suzette sucked her nipple and fingered her pussy. 

Cathleen screamed as another orgasm traveled through her and rocked her body with the intensity of her climax. Suzette was relentless as she sucked Cathleen's nipples and rubbed her clit. Suzette squirmed on my face as her own orgasm approached and then she too cried out in orgasm. Suzette's juices covered my mouth and I drank in all her sweet nectar. Cathleen's thrashing about had dislodged my cock from her ass and it stood erect between her thighs. Suzette then took my cock in her mouth and sucked me off until I came. I warned Suzette when I was about to cum but she just picked up the pace and sucked me faster. I shot my second load of the night into Suzette's oral cavity and she swallowed every drop that entered her mouth. Suzette sucked my cock dry and then the three of us collapsed on the bed. 

After we recovered we each took a shower, dressed and then left the Interlude. It had been an incredible night and one I wouldn't soon forget, although I suspected that this would be only the first of many threesomes with Suzette and Cathleen. 

THE THREESOMES CONTINUE

My affair continued with Cathleen and I also saw Suzette on some weekends. One particular weekend Suzette, Cathleen and I got together. Cathleen's husband took a long weekend and went to Las Vegas with his drinking buddies. That Friday evening Cathleen and I spent the night at Suzette's place. Once again we had great sex and the three of us were so tired that we slept in the same bed. We woke up naked in the morning and I pleasured both girls with my morning piss hard-on.

After a morning of sex we all showered, dressed and had breakfast. Cathleen said that she wanted to take Suzette shopping that afternoon so I kicked back and watched the golf tournament on TV. The girls were gone all afternoon and they finally returned with Chinese food. They had stopped for take out which worked out perfect since none of us wanted to cook or dine out. After dinner they told me about their shopping adventure.

"Cathleen was absolutely shameless at the store. I have never been so embarrassed and so nervous at the same time," Suzette began.

"Oh stop you know that you loved every minute of it," Cathleen said with a mischievous smile.

"What were you girls up to?" I asked.

"We were in this one boutique trying on clothes and Cathleen and I were in the same fitting room. Cathleen made me strip down and stand naked in the dressing room and then she dressed me and undressed me as I tried on clothes," Suzette squealed.

"Sounds like fun," I teased.

"She got me so hot dressing me and undressing me. Then she began to play with me and drive me wild. She was fondling my breasts and ass and fingering my pussy. All this was going on with other people in the store and in the dressing rooms next to us. When she made me cum I had to cover my mouth with my clothes to muffle my scream," Suzette ranted.

"She came in buckets and drenched my hand. I had to lick my fingers clean there was so much juice," Cathleen snickered.

"Wow that is really something," I acknowledged.

"Yeah but she wasn't done with me. Next she had me sit on the seat in the dressing room and she ate me to another orgasm. Then I had to eat her before we left the room," Suzette blurted out as she blushed.

"It was wild. I loved doing it in public and I hoped the women in the next dressing room could figure out what was going on," Cathleen said proudly.

"So you didn't get caught," I asked.

"No but we did get some strange looks from a few of the salesgirls," Cathleen replied.

"Too bad one of them didn't join in," I chuckled.

"Please, it was scary enough with the two of us. I can't imagine the humiliation of getting caught," Suzette said.

"I still think that a couple of them knew and that made it more exciting," Cathleen offered.

"I don't know about you two but this talk has made me horny." I admitted as I squeezed my cock through my pants.

"I'm ready but first let's play with Suzette. I love to get her going," Cathleen suggested.

Suzette looked at Cathleen nervously and I could tell she wondered what Cathleen was up to. "Come here and stand by us," Cathleen ordered.

Cathleen said to me, "Lift up her dress and hold it up while I take off her panties." 

Suzette trembled and goose bumps appeared on her skin as I held her dress above her waist and Cathleen lowered her panties. Cathleen lifted Suzette's legs one by one so that she could step out of her panties. Cathleen held the panties to her face and sniffed them.

"Suzette you are amazing, your pussy is sopping wet again and your panties are soaked," Cathleen told her and then added, "You are one horny nymph."

Cathleen stood up and removed Suzette's dress and bra. Then Cathleen dropped to her knees and rolled down Suzette's hose and removed it with painstaking slowness. Suzette was going insane from the foreplay and her entire body trembled with desire. Cathleen removed all of her clothes as I did mine and then we were all naked. However, Cathleen wasn't done with Suzette and she had her stand between us. Cathleen and I then proceeded to fondle and play with Suzette's body. We caressed her tits and buttocks, stroked her legs and played with her pussy. Cathleen knelt down and ate Suzette's pussy while I knelt behind Suzette and rimmed her ass. Suzette had an intense orgasm and she had to hold onto Cathleen's shoulders for balance. Then she nearly collapsed which is when I picked her up and carried her into the bedroom. 

Cathleen wanted to be double fucked next so she had Suzette put on the strap-on dildo and lay on her back. Cathleen straddled Suzette and lowered her pussy onto the fake cock. I lubed Cathleen's asshole and my cock slid right in her hot ass and hit bottom in one movement. Cathleen gasped as her ass was filled with my cock once again. I fucked her hard and fast as she raced to her first orgasm and I could feel the fake cock through the thin membrane separating Cathleen's holes. Cathleen came quickly and collapsed on the bed along side of Suzette.

Suzette rolled over and she was lying on her stomach with her cute butt perched in the air. Cathleen lay next to her with her head toward Suzette's buttocks and she began stroking Suzette's shapely ass. Cathleen was also toying with Suzette's nether hole but she did not penetrate it. Cathleen ran her finger over Suzette's anus and added saliva this time. Cathleen pushed her little finger into Suzette's bung hole causing her to wiggle her shapely ass in response. Cathleen caressed Suzette's curvy ass cheeks while she tenderly probed Suzette's tight aperture.

I moved over to the bed and knelt in front of Suzette. I lifted her by the shoulders so that her mouth was on a level with my cock. Suzette moaned as I slipped my hard cock into her mouth. She started sucking me slowly with the intention of prolonging my orgasm. Cathleen watched for a few minutes and then she decided to fuck Suzette from behind with the strap-on cock. Cathleen slid the fake phallus into Suzette's luscious pussy and then began to play with Suzette's ass again. This time Cathleen lubed up a string of anal beads and slowly pushed them one by one into Suzette's asshole. Now Suzette had three holes filled; her mouth with my cock, her ass with the anal beads and her pussy with the fake cock.

"Suzette it is time that we broke in your ass," Cathleen whispered.

Suzette was going crazy and I was so close to blowing my load that I had to warn Suzette. Surprisingly she just sucked me harder and deeper and then I filled her mouth with my seed. Suzette had become a very adept cock sucker and she swallowed every drop of my semen. Suzette's body then tensed as her own orgasm approached and Cathleen sensed it. Suzette cried out and in the process spit my cock out of her mouth. Her body jerked with the first wave of her climax and then it spasmed each time Cathleen pulled a bead out of Suzette's asshole. Cathleen kept the fake cock buried in Suzette's snatch as she slowly pulled the anal beads out of her ass. One by one the beads cleared Suzette's sphincter with a popping sound and each time Suzette's body trembled and jerked. The Suzette screamed aloud and her body convulsed as her climax swept through her and left her shaking on the bed. Even Cathleen looked stunned and concerned when Suzette went into convulsions.

Cathleen continued to direct the action. She had Suzette mount me and ride my cock as she continued to play with Suzette's ass. Cathleen re-inserted the anal beads that she had brought with her. Suzette went wild with the double penetration and she bounced up and down on my cock as she grabbed her own tits in her state of ecstasy. Suzette screamed that she was cumming and Cathleen once again pulled the beads slowly out of Suzette's ass. Each time a bead popped out of her asshole Suzette spasmed and groaned aloud. When the last bead cleared her sphincter Suzette collapsed on my chest. I put my arms around her and kept fucking her as her body trembled in my grasp. Cathleen then put on a strap-on dildo and slid it into Suzette's ass. Suzette gasped again at the anal intrusion and then muffled her scream in my shoulder.




An Office Affair Addition



"Keep fucking her, don't cum yet," Cathleen yelled but it was a useless warning as I knew I wouldn't cum again for awhile. My objective now was to stay hard in Suzette's pussy.

Cathleen pounded Suzette's ass and I could feel the hardness of the rubber cock against my own cock through the thin membrane separating Suzette's pussy and asshole. Suzette was writhing with continuous orgasms until she finally stopped moving and lay still on top of me. Cathleen backed off her and she looked kinky with the strap-on cock dangling from her pubes. Cathleen lifted Suzette off me with my help and Suzette collapsed face down next to me on the bed.

Cathleen whispered to me, "It's time it's time for you to take her ass. Put plenty of grease on that cock and don't hurt her." 

I had no intention of hurting Suzette but as I stared at her perfect ass I had to caution myself not to rush it. I was about to fuck another dream ass and I didn't want to do anything to screw it up. I applied lots of lotion and then saliva to my cock as I prepared for my favorite fuck to come true. I got on the bed behind Suzette and lifted her almost lifeless body up so that her ass was in the air. She kept her head on the mattress and she had a distant dreamy expression on her face as if she was in a different world. 

I slid my cock into Suzette's well used asshole. Although she had been loosened up by the beads and the dildo, my cock was stretching her to new dimensions. Suzette shook her head no, but no words came out of her mouth. She was like a rag doll in my hands and I steadily pushed my cock into her until it was buried in her ass. I fucked her slowly at first and then I really picked up the pace. I pounded her ass and my hips slapped against her ass causing her incredible ass cheeks to jiggle. Suzette just moaned and grunted with every thrust of my body. She was incapable of another orgasm so I was just using her for my pleasure. 

"Oh yeah, fuck her ass, fuck it," encouraged Cathleen.

I gave her one final thrust then I stiffened and shot my wad into Suzette's asshole. I moved my hips slowly as my cock softened somewhat and I watched as cum trickled out of Suzette's ass. Finally my cock softened slightly and slipped out of Suzette's ass with an audible popping sound as more cum ran out of her ass and down over her cunt lips. Cathleen moved to my side and stroked my cock back to an erect state as she coaxed me to fuck Suzette's ass again.

"Fuck her ass again. Look at it, look at her beautiful ass. It is dying to be fucked again. You know she wants it and you want to do it," Cathleen was relentless in her coaxing.

I grabbed Suzette by the hips and pulled her lifeless body back up until she was on all fours. I pushed a thick finger into her asshole and tested her tightness then I added a second finger which caused Suzette to gasp. I worked the two fingers in and out of her ass stretching her as much as I could. I then placed my erect cock back between Suzette's beautiful smooth round ass cheeks and pushed into her asshole. 

As he entered her a second time Suzette pleaded, "It hurts, it hurts, please don't." 

But I was not to be denied this beautiful ass and I was resolved to take her again. Suzette tried to move away from me and ended up on the bed lying flat on her stomach. I followed her to the prone position and lay on top of her shapely body with my huge cock between her ass cheeks and in her asshole. I began to hump Suzette at a slow pace and then faster with my hips pumping into her. Suzette's screams and moans were louder than ever as her lithe body took my big cock. Suzette started taking my cock better this time and unconsciously massaged it with her amazing ass muscles. I lifted her back to her knees on all fours and reached around to feel her tits. Her nipples were rock hard as I twirled them in my fingers. I then moved one hand down to play with her pussy and Suzette went wild humping her hips faster and faster. Then I placed both hands on her hips and watched my cock penetrate her curvy ass as she moved her hips in time with my humps.

Suzette yelled for all to hear, "Oh my God, fuck me, fuck me, please fuck me!"

I complied with her demands and pounded her ass as hard as I could. Cathleen scrambled to get underneath Suzette and fastened her mouth to her pussy. Suzette orgasmed again as Cathleen's mouth closed around her pussy and nibbled her clit. Suzette squeezed her ass cheeks together as she orgasmed and I joined her and shot another load of cum deep into her ass. Suzette screamed and moaned as she felt me pump several shots of cum into her rectum. Suzette's beautiful body radiated heat as Cathleen continued to lick her pussy and I pumped cum into her ass. Suzette was almost out of breath but started to return to normal breathing as Cathleen and I caressed her body lovingly. I eased my cock from her ass and traces of cum ran out of her asshole between her cheeks and over her pussy. Suzette was drained and lifeless on the bed but Cathleen needed to cum. 

She looked at me and demanded, "Eat my pussy, I need to cum." 

I moved between her legs and moved my mouth toward her and closed it over her pussy shoving my tongue into her wetness. Cathleen cried out and grabbed my head and held it tight to her quim. I lapped at her pussy as I fingered her with two fingers. Then I spread her pussy lips apart and located her throbbing clit peeking out from its protective hood. Cathleen was really excited as her erect clit looked like a teeny dick sticking out. I sucked on her hard clit and she bucked her hips up into my face. I reached under her and cupped her shapely ass cheeks in my hands as I drove into her pussy with my tongue and nibbled on her clit.

"Oh sweet Jesus, I'm cumming. Hold me, please hold me tight," she screamed as she lost it.

The climax rocked her body and I held on for dear life as she thrashed, twisted and bucked all over the bed. I kept right on eating her pussy and I held onto her shapely ass as she thrashed about. Cathleen slowly calmed after her intense orgasm and I continued to lick her until her pussy was dry. 

"Oh that was something I really came hard. Thank you, thank you!" she murmured.

The three of us were done. We were drained, exhausted and sexually sated. I managed to get out of bed and make it to the sofa where I spent the night. Normally in the morning I would wake up with a piss hard-on with which I loved to fuck the women senseless. However that morning was not the case and after taking my morning piss I went back to sleep. All of us slept in and didn't stir until almost noon.

Suzette acted very sheepish on Sunday but she had been through a tough day on Saturday. I was sure that her anus was sore and that she was feeling constipated. Cathleen was tired but as always she was up for more sex later in the day. Cathleen also noticed that Suzette was not herself and we decided to leave her alone. Suzette said good-bye to us and then I took Cathleen to lunch.

Terry was not due home until Monday so Cathleen came to my place after lunch. We sat around, drank some wine and had sex. I never tired of fucking her hot ass and I was always turned on by it. Cathleen and I agreed that we may have come on too strong with Suzette and that we should give her a few days to recover. Cathleen stayed until 8:00 Pm and then she headed home. 

I checked my e-mail and voice mail before I went to be and I learned that President's council had been cancelled for Monday. I decided to take the day off since there was nothing else on my calendar. I called Cathleen and told her about my plans for Monday and she decided to come back to my place and spend the night. She would take the day off too and we could hang out together. That night I fucked Cathleen in the ass again and afterward slept soundly knowing that her hot ass would be there for me tomorrow.

On Monday morning Cathleen and I were both well rested so I fucked her with my morning hard-on until she couldn't cum any more. I then took my morning piss and returned to my bedroom. Cathleen was waiting on all fours with her asshole greased and with a wide smile on her face. I knelt behind her and eased my cock into her super fine ass and fucked her until I ejaculated into her rectum. I knew it was going to be another fine day.

EPILOGUE 

Cathleen continued our affair for another year and then I was recruited by another company for a very good position in New York City, my favorite place to live. A year after that Cathleen and Terry were divorced. He had been arrested several times and the situation just got unbearable. Cathleen then came to New York and stayed with me for awhile before she moved to California, her favorite place to live. Suzette recovered after the marathon weekend of sex. She had some more threesomes with us and she and I got together on some weekends. She then met a pilot who flew corporate jets and they hit it off. In a year Suzette was married and living in Arizona. To this day I still remember those great times with Cathleen and the people we brought into our affair, particularly Suzette.